It’s sad for me to admit my own shortcomings, but apparently I have many. There are some tasks that I may be able to perform, but I’ve decided are just not worth it.

In the last few months, I’ve come across several jobs I’m just not suited for. For example, Monday, after an hour-long battle with the fuel door on the side of my car, (they should really make those things heated so they don’t freeze shut) I attempted to add windshield wiper fluid for the first time since my husband has been overseas (since last February). A seemingly simple task, and one I’ve performed countless times before (with other cars), the thought that this might be a difficult task didn’t even enter my mind. After all, I grew up in Beaver Meadow. My dad taught me how to check the oil in my car and the tire pressure and all that stuff that I haven’t done since leaving his house.

My little baby sat in his car seat, as I tried to locate my hood-releasey thing. I didn’t realize until that moment that I had never before opened the hood on this particular vehicle. After several minutes, I was forced to turn the car back on to keep us warm, as I searched and searched to no avail for the stupid hood release button. On my old car it was bright yellow and in plain sight, but this car gave no hint as to where the button might be.