I consider myself a pretty independent person, especially when it comes to tackling a project I want to get done. I've learned how to do quite a lot of stuff by myself just by digging in and doing it. There's usually no one else around to help me, and I just learn as I go. I get a lot of info from the internet on how to do stuff, and I've done pretty well. I think I can fix more around the house than my husband can. Now I'm not saying that it's because I know more, but maybe it's because I'm there more.
One thing I absolutely hate is when I start a project and get to a spot that I just can't do by myself. Usually it's because it takes someone with more strength than I have. I am a self-professed control freak and perfectionist, and I want to do everything myself, so I know it's done to my satisfaction. So - I HATE it when I have to ask for help, especially from my husband.
He LOVES it when I have to ask for help, as far as being able to display his expertise. He HATES it when I ask for help, because he KNOWS that I will immediately begin criticizing his technique. I usually have to do this because he never will just do what it is I'm asking him to do. When I need help, I tell him specifically what it is I need him to do for me. He then proceeds to tell me how he thinks it ought to be done. I usually end up getting really pissed at him, and yelling at him to please just do it the way I'm asking, because that's the way I want it done. If he says anything else, I just take the tool or whatever away from him, put on my pissy face, and say "fine, I'll just do it myself." It always works. He immediately gets it done my way.
I don't really mean to be hateful about it. It just happens that way. I know it's wrong, because most women don't have a man that is as willing to help his wife as mine is. I'm truly grateful for him and his willingness. It's just that my perfectionist, control-freak demons take over me, and I just want it done my way.
After he gets started doing it my way, and we're getting the job done together, my mood improves, and I start being nice again. At this point I am actually enjoying working together and accomplishing something.
It's something I've got to work on - learning to control my temper and showing him that I am grateful for his help.
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