You know, it's just been one of those weeks. Started out with an attempted apology to an ex-boyfriend. THAT did not go well. Then I had to euthanize my cat. And to top it all off, my dishwasher has been malfunctioning for about two weeks and had two inches of nasty, rotting water sitting in the bottom of it.
It's been one of those weeks that makes me wonder if I really can handle life after all.
So, I go to craigslist to see if I can find a replacement dishwasher. I find one. It is NOT stainless steel like my current one, but it is $25 dollars. I can handle black for $25 dollars.
I do what needs to be done. I make all the calls. I arrange for a truck. Now, just to see if my son and I can actually lift a dishwasher by ourselves or if I will have to get a man's help.
So, I undo the bolts and pull the old one out. Nasty, smelly water spills all over my floor. I look around me. Life is chaos. There is leftover breakfast disaster all over the kitchen floor and counters. There are chewed couches destroyed by out of control dogs. There is toothpaste all over my carpet from savage children. I just buried my freakin' cat. IT'S NOT WORTH IT!
Then, (and I should give credit where credit is due - Thank you, son, and son's stepmother for the suggestion) it occurs to me to actually investigate the problem with the current dishwasher. Within a matter of moments, aided by a crescent wrench, a socket wrench, and my cordless drill, I have located the problem. I disassembled what needed to be disassembled. I cleaned out what needed to be cleaned out. I put the whole damn thing back together all by myself. And it works just fine.
I remember taking an IQ test when I was little. My mother tells me I scored like a 140. I looked that up on the Internet today. 140 is just the cutoff for being labeled a genius.
Now, I do not say all this to proclaim to the world that I am a genius. I am not. In fact, I ascertain that it does NOT take a genius to fix a dishwasher.
It does, however, take patience and a willingness to think through problems. That, I can do. And so can anyone else who is willing to take the time it requires to solve a problem.
Ladies, we are not as incapable as we've been led to believe. We do not need men to solve our problems (as much as they love to do so). I'm not man-bashing here. I'm just saying...we are strong. We are smart. And we have the strength to do what needs to be done.
When the day comes that I am with a man again (only 332 days to go!), it will not be because I need him to solve my problems. It will be because he sees and loves the amazing woman God created me to be, and that I see him as the amazing man God created him to be as well.
Some days, couches get chewed. Some days, cats die. Some days, dishwashers break. But SOME days, I fix my very own dishwasher all by myself.
Life's not that bad, you know?
Sincerely,
Jennifer
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