i am writing this as my husband has refused my help for the thousandth time as he has been putting together this set of dresser drawers for the last few hours.
Its kind of funny when you think of how women do things versus men doing things. We would have the directions out, and go through them step by step until it was done. Men seem to prefer the zigzaggin route, no directions, taking everything out and strewing it on the floor and scratching their heads while they decide the top from the bottom.
Does this go back to the days of the caveman?
The woman were at the hearth, methodically throwing logs on the fire to keep their cave homes from freezing, and the predators away, while Men tried throwing things at animals until they accidentally killed one one day, and then that was it for them. They were then the hunters, who got to go throw things at animals and run around shouting crazy war cries like lunatics. We figured out how to make brooms and clean up all the blood and guts they left on the floor dragging the animals in for us to take care of while they went out and did more stuff.
Ok. That was my satirical moment for the day- maybe I am feeling a little slap happy now b/c 1. billy won't let me help and its been like 3 hours, and 2. he is leaving fpr a week, with the computer. So its me and Logan, here in Fort Worth. Feeling a litle lst and out of place, but I know its jus moving jitters and I just need to get settled. To do that I need my husband, my love, my life, here with me- Logan needs him too.
Ok goodnight, enjoy your cavemen, its tough when they are away "hunting" for a while.
Also a side note- it Is rewarding as the cavemans wife when he comes in dragging the huge beast he just felled, then he grabbs you by the waist and shows you how much he appreciates you keeping those homefires warm- so- its not all bad, you know?