When do things go wrong at your house? Yeah, mine too. Always when company is coming, or you're running late for an appointment or when you've just experienced more month than money. It's a hateful situation at any time, but somehow feels worse if you're a member of the Women Who Have Outlived Their Husbands Club. Chores were once shared and life was easier.
I never mind shopping for food and doing the cooking when guests were coming for the weekend, but when the garbage disposal decides to clog and all that yukky stuff gurgles up into the sink in a mini whirlpool, it's a guy thing to take care of. I'm busy! Fix it! Ever have the flusher on the toilet break off? More yukky stuff whirling around. And your guests are where? If you're lucky, an hour or so away. More likely standing on the front porch, finger poised at the doorbell.
Light bulbs need changing, water softener salt needs emptied into the brine tank. The springy gizmo that lets the plunger in the lavatory go up and down just flew across the bathroom floor.
I've learned to do all these guy things, although not graciously. Any time I can bribe a son or neighbor with an adult beverage, I'm on it. One of my husband's favorite sayings was, "A job shared is half finished before it's begun." Lord, I miss that man!
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