Yesterday I talked about all the things I learned while Matt and Gabe were away…except for one.
It’s kind of embarrassing, but true.
I think I’m a 50’s housewife in disguise.
I don’t know how to do anything “handy” around the house. Seriously, if it involves a tool of any kind, I’m done for. The dogs got out on Saturday and were lost for about an hour before my MIL found them two streets over, completely black (they’re white Westies) and smelling digusting. They didn’t have their tags on because I had just bought them new collars. I couldn’t even use pliers to get the S-hook on by myself! I was proud that I went to Lowe’s and bought chains for the gates and put those on all by myself though. Pathetic, I know.
I don’t like and don’t feel comfortable making big decisions, especially about money. The stove broke while Matt was away and I had to call and get a repairman out. It was $340 to fix it and the labor and I had to decide. I was totally freaked. (We have a super deluxe stove that the previous owners bought; we were lucky to get it fixed for that much.)
I scored tickets to a concert for $15 each so all 5 of us can go and I was a wreck trying to decide if it would be ok to buy them.
I hate driving and I had to drive everywhere last week!
I love my husband and like him to be home to take care of me.
See? I’m a 50’s housewife in disguise. Only without the dress, pearls and heels.