I wouldn’t consider myself a failure, but I do fail. I think the key is always to get back up and keep moving forward.
Take the other day, for example. My wife had washed the bed sheets, and they were in the dryer. I wanted to do something to help her out because of all of her hard work. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I was tired and wanted to go to sleep in a bed with sheets on it. She was busy doing something else, and since I was the vice president of chores, I tackled the task with courage and vigor.
Now, I’m not a stranger to the bed-making process. I’ve done it a couple of times in my life. What I’m not used to is the low ceiling we have in our home. The ceiling is only about nine feet above the floor. So there’s not much room in between the two.
Add to that low clearance a ceiling fan, and the risks double. What risks, you may ask? Oh, just your normal, everyday walk across the living room. It’s a wonder I’m not bald yet. I get a weekly glimpse of what it was like to be scalped by the Native Americans, only with a dull, blunt object like the metal cage around the lights of our ceiling fan.
Well, there’s a ceiling fan above the bed. No, I don’t walk under that one, but I do try to spread the sheets out under it.
So I put the fitted sheet on the bed. I put the pillowcases on the bed. Then I went to the end of the bed to fling the flat sheet across the expanse of the king-size bed. I lifted it high and brought it down like a cowboy would crack a whip. I was trying to unfurl the massive sheet.
The next thing I hear is shattering glass. And the lights went out.
I broke the fan — the light bulbs and the pull chains. There was shattered glass all over the freshly washed sheets.
Hey, can I help it if the guy who built our house was the size of a Smurf? What’s a giant to do? Anyway, I’ve been demoted from second in command to private second class of chores.
So, I wouldn’t consider myself a total failure. I just have to get up and keep going.
to the husbands,
– Caleb
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