There are two things I hate:
1. Being clueless about stuff.
2. Not understanding or knowing what is wrong, because I am clueless.
I never claimed and will never claim to know anything about the workings of a house. All I remember from when I lived in a house is that my grandmom seemed to call the plumber a few times, the guy who rebuilt our deck (yes, I walked on a rusty nail), the guy who put on the siding, the dudes who poured the cement driveway, and the off-duty cop who threatened to arrest me if I ever tried to jump the fence he installed (to keep me and my dog in the yard). I didn’t jump that fence for a few years. Oh, and I even watched my grandpop strip the paint off of a door with a blowtorch.
So, last night, my washer leaked all over the utility room floor…everywhere, filled up half a bucket, even.
So I had a meltdown. The oddest things give me the meltdowns: idiots doing 40 in a 50 mph zone, forecasts for ice when I have to drive to school, and when things break…because I cannot fix them. I want to figure out what is wrong and fix things, but I’m clueless. As you know, I hate that.
Another reason why I get steamed is because I’m clueless, I feel like some dude is going to take advantage of my cluelessness, do repairs that aren’t necessary, charge a bunch of bucks, and then I will feel stupid and clueless.
We’ll see. It is probably nothing. There should be a homeowners class about all theses little things. That, or I need a man in my life, even if he isn’t handy…he can dial the phone and deal with it. Ha!
Dads, teach your daughters about this stuff. Thank you.