Becoming the Man of the House

Let's face it, my parents raised me as a princess. Sure most of the time we considered my daintiness as a joke, but in reality I tend to assume people will do things for me. I only shop where other people bag my groceries, memorize the gas stations that pump your gas, and when I walk to the car I automatically head for the passenger seat. My husband very lovingly reminds me our house does not contain a throne, but still there have always been chores that didn't appear on my to do list.

This week changed that assumption, starting with the trash. Until I was married I never bagged it, walked it to the curb, or even smelled it. Even once we tied the knot, David typically took care of our garbage. However different circumstances have led me to stop wondering, "will he remember to take it out today?" Like the man with the 5,000 dollar pair of hands is going to tie off the bag, come on! (Gob voice) Davey however loves to help and gets to carry his own bag. Just a few more years and I won't have to worry about it anymore:)

The second item I checked off my list was purchasing insurance. For someone so close to her thirties I really should be more knowledgeable. I'm just not. We're covered and have our cards, just don't ask me any questions quite yet. Somehow David trusts me on this....

Lastly, I hung every wall hanging of ours by myself. This chore I've been procrastinating on for weeks. I just hoped David would have the time or energy to help. Finally, I tried a few small items and eventually the larger stud requiring pieces. There are a few extra holes in the wall and some photos that look better when you tilt your head, but I am gaining a sense of independence I've never had.

Next week I have plans for washing the car and breaking in my new drill. Maybe someday I'll be ready to tackle plumbing, electronics, or even the purchase of an automobile.