It could be worse, at least I’m not resistant to learning about bears or kung-fu, or something equally as important and/or relevant to my life.
January 29, 2010My 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.
See?
Now, that’s what I call a loving wife.
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OK this is cracking me up because I could have written this post myself and our son is *thisclose* to being 3 now. I only managed to put the car seat on the airplane myself because I didn’t have to do anything with the latch suff. Other than that, he puts them in and out of the cars. Though I only recently was showed (for the billionth time) and could maybe manage if I had to.
GrandeMocha
1/29/10
7:38 pm
My husband didn’t put the stroller together when I wanted him to, so I did it. He was offended, being an engineer. I let him do the car seat thing. He can never remember the rulses about what age/weight works with each one though. I have washed a car set cover. I kinda mop up the spills.
Beckey, Beckey, Beckey:
Give a man a fish, he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish, he eats for a lifetime.
And he probably never wants to see another fish again. Just sayin’
gorillabuns
1/31/10
9:05 pm
My husband and I do not make a great team when it comes to baby products.
I find this completely reasonable for the same reason as I find my refusing to learn how to use the new voice mail system reasonable. Not my department. My brain is full of important stuff like what time Grey’s is on and whether it’s new this week.
Who's That Girl
2/7/10
5:27 am
I have been doing this type of stuff my entire married life. Aren’t we supposed to make our husbands feel good and needed? Pounding their chests like cavemen, saving us from the perils of car seat installations and trash can transportation from garage to street? I mean, come on, we can’t do it all….there would be absolutely no time left for all of those bon-bons we ingest on a daily basis and certainly no time for…blogging?!?!
Love your blog…it is hysterical and I will certainly be back for more!
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