I love my husband, I truly do. One of the many reasons I love him is the fact that he is "manly." That he is the one I can count on to open stubborn jars, and whatever else he does that is "manly" around here.
But... (you knew there had to be one, didn't you?)
Sometimes his "manly" strength irritates the life out of me.
Like whenever we are dealing with something plastic. If he is the one in charge of repairing it, it inevitably gets broken further. Because a "twist" isn't just enough when a full on "wrench" is surely better.
Or like this morning.
Which, of course, requires a little bit of a backstory. Yesterday we were attending a cookout to celebrate Labor Day and Hubby was the designated driver. (That's probably THE shortest backstory I've ever given you)
As the designated driver, he drove us home and parked the car safely on what must be the shortest and steepest driveway in the history of the world. A driveway that definitely necessitates using the parking brake.
And everything was fine.
Until this morning when I found myself struggling to release the brake. As he does with most everything he hadn't just tugged on the brake; he had YANKED the brake. Making sure that he YANKED that brake as hard as he could. What he didn't realize while he was YANKING on that brake was that his wife - the one with the puny arms and thumbs - would be the one fighting with the brake the next day...after he had already left for work.
After five minutes of struggling, I sent him a text telling him of my dilemma. He gets credit for immediately calling and asking what he could do - he was even willing to drive home and fix it. But as I was scolding him and reminding him that not everything in this word requires brute strength; that sometimes a little finesse is in order, all while still fiddling with the brake and getting more and more frustrated and then? Success!
Apparently, adrenaline finally kicked in and I was able to unlock the brake and drive to work.
Now, what are the odds that he is going to remember this the next time he drives my car? My bet? Slim to none.