What would you no longer want to give up?

but also for example for women in other conditions

Or for men who then cannot object to their usefulness by saying they have back pain and no Doornkaat (darling knows what's up, rrch).

we are not finished yet but there are a few things I already couldn’t do without:

- my hobby room in the basement with a projector and enough space for a pool table, I’m actually looking forward to that room the most
- our wood stove, heated for the first time today, looks great

And something intangible - the personal effort/the doing it yourself. Even if it sometimes costs nerves, a lot of time and energy goes into it, somehow in the end it’s still nice to know that, for example, the wall was built and plastered by yourself.

Even if it sometimes costs nerves, a lot of time and effort, somehow in the end it’s nice to know, for example, that the wall was built and plastered by yourself.

For me, such things unfortunately mix in my mind with the memory of how unfinished it looked while doing it – that fades more easily for me when it’s about walls built by others that I saw bare. But I also appreciate the basic “home-cooked tastes twice as good.”

For me, such things in my mind’s eye unfortunately mix with the memory of how unfinished it looked while we were still working on it – that fades more easily for me if it’s walls I saw naked that someone else built. [...]

We like to look at the photos we constantly take of the various construction sites. Just yesterday again. Before: former pigsty with a low ceiling, dirty walls with flaking plaster, a crooked wooden door, lousy glass blocks. Then: construction site. Floor hacked out, sand shoveled, lots of sand shoveled. Walls torn down, ceiling opening closed, pipes laid in the floor, mineral concrete poured... I still bang my hands over my head inside. What muscle aches those were! Carrying sand-lime bricks, building walls, laying tiles, grouting, smoothing the ceiling – what a severe neck tension that accompanied me for days! Painting, installing sanitary stuff, installing heating, juggling oil tanks into place, assembling cabinets. Now unimaginable. Now everything is in its place, and I’m happy every time I enter the laundry room. Proud of our work. Smiling at the slightly crooked wall at the elevator that my husband built, and at the one mosaic tile mat that isn’t quite color-matched, which I laid without paying attention to color differences. That would have been something completely different if a company had done it. Says the bank account too *laugh*

Many of my friends and acquaintances always watch it and shake their heads. They do not understand the meaning and the entire concept behind it. I often had to explain it and was then smiled at, but I want to say it outright: I like my bidet!

Penis obsessed

I personally have something against the porthole machines and am a fan of the top loader. There I take the laundry out piece by piece and lay it neatly in the basket - saves ironing

Piece by piece and neatly in the basket - that also works with porthole

it even has a pull-out platform to place the laundry basket on, THAT is ingenious!

mine too... is a separately purchased metal frame

Penis-obsessed

You don’t clean the "little husband" just for yourself.