I am fast approaching my two-year wedding anniversary and I have learned a few things along the way. Never let your husband procrastinate if you’re an impatient woman. Ask him and ask him and ask him questions before he deploys. Even if they annoy him ask, because when you need those answers and he hasn’t answered you are going to be really mad at him. Befriend a neighbor, a friend in your husband’s battalion or a just go into your yard and acquire a strong branch.
You see, as my husband was gearing up to deploy I asked questions where I seldom got answers. I found myself stuck and in need of a friend, neighbor or that darn branch. Up until I got married I depended, like any unmarried woman would, on myself. I could kill an un-welcomed spider and change the light bulb. I could get from point A to point B without the help of anyone. But that was all until I got married. Now I very much depend on my husband to; kill any bug that gets in our house, pick up our dog’s droppings every couple of days, wash the cars, and, of course, reach for the item that’s on the top of the shelf that I can’t reach. Don’t get me wrong; I could do those things while he’s here. But isn’t it much better to act like a damsel in distress and let your man do it so he can feel like he’s saved the day?!
When my husband deployed I seriously thought the universe was against me. For some darn reason, everything in my house started to “fall apart”.
#1: I went overseas for three weeks to visit my parents. Upon my return my friend picked me up from the airport and told me that both of my cars batteries were dead and that her husband (bless him!) was at my house charging them. If I had come home and found this out on my own and didn’t have her around, I don’t know what I would have done. (Actually, I think I would have broke down and cried like a little baby.) I’m not going to lie; I don’t know how to charge my car’s battery, but I did learn that day. Her husband sat me down and explained it to me the “For Dummies”-style.
#2: An odd looking light went off in my car, I read the car’s manual and it was my tire pressure light. “Great! I don’t know how to put air in my tire.” I called a friend of mine and she tells me to bring my car over and her son will take a look at it. PERFECT! Well, that day I figured out what a tire gauge is and how to use it.
#3: We live on base housing and the ceilings here are rather high and I’m rather short (5’4 to be exact!) So the light in the living room goes out. GREAT! I have no light bulbs and cannot reach it for the life of me (Note-to-self: invest in a ladder). I called maintenance, with a slight embarrassing tone in my voice, asking them to come change the light bulb.
#4: My neighbors, when they feel like it, tend to leave their garage doors open, sometimes for the entire night. I never do, unless it’s me coming and going to the house to drop something off and get right back in the car. Well, apparently the only time I decided to do this a rabbit chose to move in. I didn’t notice this move until a few hours later when I went to make sure I had closed the garage door. All of a sudden I shrieked when I saw a teeny-tiny bunny hopping around. Don’t judge, you probably would’ve screamed too. After I got myself together, I opened the garage in hopes that this bunny would get out. Well, it didn’t. Hours later I am watching TV and hear something rattle in my garage. I call my friend, again, who brings her son with her so he could shoo the bunny away.
#5: I recently bought these cute outdoor Fleur de Lis’. I gather my husband’s tools and attempt to hang them up. Well, that attempt failed because I barely made a dent on the wall. I followed my failed attempt with an email to my husband expressing that since I have no upper body strength I could not hang up the wall décor and that this task would be waiting upon his return. The decors are accumulating dust as we speak.
You may read this and call me useless. Be that as it may, but I’m also not afraid to admit that I need help and that, as a woman, I sometimes need my husband to help with things around the house (please do not tell my husband this, he will never let me live it down.)