My husband’s mad at me because I don’t want to learn how to use our kids’ car seats.
All I need to know is how to stick the nuggets in the seat and buckle them in, and BOOM that’s the end of my knowledge.
Everything else is my husband’s business.
But he insists I learn how to reajust the straps and be able to take the cover off when it needs to be washed, and blah, blah. My eyes start to glaze over and I tell him, I’m just a housewife that can’t be bothered with complicated information. I need to focus on my pot roast recipie and laundry.
He’s good at buckles and stuff anyways. Why would I want to deprive him of feeling good about himself? I can imagine the overwhelming pride and sense of accomplishment he must feel when he accurately adjusts the straps, and the mastery of making sure his babies are all buckled in safely. I would never want to take that away from him.
Besides, that kind of stuff makes me go all wonky.
I have no patience for it.
I was at the mall today and had to call my husband because I couldn’t attach the car seat to my stroller.
Yesterday I had to call him because I couldn’t figure out how to take the car seat out of the car.
I’m not an idiot, I’m just a good wife.
Good, because I make my husband feel needed when I call him.
Yes. Okay so maybe he’s on the other line with an important business-type person and he has to hang up with Mr. Business because I’ve called 6 times in a row and he thinks that maybe one of our babies was stolen, or I’m stranded on the highway, but imagine his happiness when I explain that everyone is okay and I just need him to tell me how to work our baby gear.
Now, that’s what I call a loving wife.