We have no water, there is a blockage in the something and air in the thingy and we need a whatsit. It is boring and tedious and I don't actually care about the details, intricate or simple. I married a man that can cook, vacuum, is great with the kids and that has never expected me to be the stereotypical wife. But if the job needs more than a hammer, we are in trouble. Power tools are not his friend and he will kill me for writing this but fixing stuff is just not his thing.
I was not very nice about the water thing, in fact I was a down right you know what. Our two doors down neighbor is helping him in the dark right now (thanks buddy!) and he came with kit, a pump and tools and boy stuff. I can hear fixing noises and my husband is creating the illusion that he knows what he is doing (I am going to be in a world full of trouble for this blog).
But well it's not all bad, because I do feel bad for putting him down and I will make an effort to change that. I will be happy and content in the fact that he is not a typical bloke and that he reads and can converse on topics other than sport and beer. He is a Dad that is more than present and put's us before rugby. If there is no water in the morning I will still smile, tell him he did his best, practice my new improved attitude, and then quick as can be….. I will ring the biggest, blokiest and dumbest plumber that I can find. Change #14….I can be such a b##ch.
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