Anyone that knows me also knows that I am not mechanically inclined in any way, shape or form. I am not handy. I am not crafty. (Unless you mean devious, of course, but that's not the crafty I'm talking about.) I'm not even a good labourer. (Who likes to labour, right?) I am easily frustrated and am sometimes reduced to a sobbing angry mass over the simplest of things. So when the Mother asked me to help her build something yesterday I could only groan and roll my eyes. I should point out here that when the Mother says 'we' will be doing something, a lot of the time that 'we' means just me. So 'we' were putting together a clothes drying rack. Calculate subtext here and translate to - I was putting together a clothes drying rack while the Mother supervised. Thanks Mother.
No problem. If there were instructions, right?
It was really very easy and took less than 10 minutes. It's not often I have a positive assembly experience. Which means that I'm happy and the Mother was happy too.
All things in life should be this easy. If there were instructions, right?