Am I a damsel in distress? I think I am.

I mowed the lawn growing up. But since getting married, I’ve mowed it once. That’s only once in 6 years! I don’t even wash my car anymore. My husband does the car stuff. Geez. I barely even use a hammer.

All this comes to mind, because I locked myself and the kids out of the house today. I’d like to blame it on our faulty lock, but ultimately I guess it was my fault. So, I called my husband at work, of course. What else is a damsel to do? Back in the day, I would have figured it out it myself. But now when there’s trouble, I just call my husband.

When he finally called back and said he didn’t have keys either (weird, I know), it was up to me. I eventually got in through an open second story window, which took some tools – which as previously mentioned, I don’t really use anymore.

I was so proud. I forgot that I could do that stuff. It was simple enough, but it wasn’t something that even crossed my mind at first. The first thought: call the husband.

It makes me sound pathetic, but maybe my husband is just awesome. Yeah, I’ll go with that. When you’re husband is a knight in shining armor, it’s easy to play the role of damsel in distress.

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