It's the stupid things that you don't think about that get you. For me it's the stuff my ex did and never grumbled about. It was almost as if he wanted me helpless in those areas. He gladly handled house and car repairs, but never mowed the lawn. Sigh.
The lawn is going to kill me to mow. I have and know how, which is probably why he never did it, but he never let me do it either. I can't find my cat...
The house repairs are another story all together. I can change a light bulb. I can plug stuff into the wall. But the rest...
Yesterday I plunged my first toilet. It was disgusting. And the slurpy noise the plunger made was vile. It was almost worth hiring someone to do it. Almost. I managed. It wasn't a whole lot of fun but I got through it.
Now the car is another matter. I can drive, I can put gas in it. That's it. So, when I noticed the little inspection sticker was out of date I called the mechanic. I was so proud of myself! I'd handled a potentially huge issue. I even arranged for a ride to and from since the mechanic said it would take a couple of hours before he could get to it.
He just called, the mechanic, the registration is expired.
I guess I'm not doing such a great job after all.
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