Kirby vacuum hose held together with duct tape as a temporary DIY home fix
Kirby vacuum hose held together with duct tape as a temporary DIY home fix

There’s a very specific phase of adulthood where DIY home fixes stop being about perfection and start being about survival.

Not fixed.
Not replaced.
Just… managed.

Take my vacuum.

The plastic connector that attaches the hose to the vacuum cracked clean in half. Fully separated. Structurally offensive. And yet, thanks to the noble efforts of duct tape, it still works. Is it pretty? No. Does it stay attached forever? Also no. Does it do the job well enough that I can’t justify replacing it yet? Absolutely.

Then there’s the toilet seat.

It cracked on one side while I was actively using it, which is a deeply humbling experience. Rather than immediately replacing it like a responsible adult, I wrapped the offending area in white electrical tape. Not to fix it, mind you, but to prevent a highly personal injury until I can get into town and buy a new one.

This is not neglect.
This is prioritization.

Every home has these quiet little compromises:

  • The drawer that only opens if you lift and pull at the same time
  • The light that flickers but “still works”
  • The chair no one is allowed to sit on “because it’s fine, just don’t lean”
  • The thing you fixed once and now maintain out of pure stubbornness

These are not failures. These are temporary solutions that accidentally became permanent.

There is an entire category of household items living on borrowed time, held together by tape, zip ties, hope, and a refusal to add “deal with that” to today’s to-do list.

And honestly? That’s okay.

Because life is busy, energy is limited, and sometimes the most functional decision is to patch the problem and move on with your day.

We’ll fix it properly eventually.
Just not today.

What’s currently being held together in your house by tape, hope, or denial?


“If it’s not actively making life harder, it can wait.”

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I’m Shawna

I spent most of my adult life comparing myself to other moms and wives around me, thinking I had to measure up. I always seemed to find myself lacking, until I finally decided that I wasn’t going to think that way anymore. Now my “Good Enough” is “Done Well” and my heart and soul are content.

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