Why do I try?

I don't know why I try to help Hubby out, cause most the time I just screw it up. It's no different than him trying to do laundry or load the dishwasher.

I've claimed my domain and I don't like him in it. When I get irritated at the crustified goop all over the dishes because they weren't rinsed off properly or my nice pants washed in hot with his socks and underwear, he just gets mad and says he was just trying to help. So then why do I turn around and try to help him in his domain, because the same thing happens to me.

For instance, the time I tried to surprise him and have the lawn all mowed when he came home from work, only I put the wrong gas concoction in the mower resulting in him having to spend hours cleaning out the mower's tank. That made me feel like a real winner. Then last week I managed to mow and weed eat without ruining the mower but thought I'd help with the dogs and clean out and fill up their swimming pool. Nice gesture, I thought, and I was proud of how much I accomplished before he got home. I was waiting for a great big thank you to fall out of his mouth when he walked in the door but instead his first words were, "Hey, were you trying to flood my garage?" Ahh, man, I forgot to shut off the hose and the dog's little pool was flooding all over the yard and on the verge of flooding Hubby's garage. Awesome. Another smooth move on my part.

It isn't just at home either. I can ruin things at work too. I hung signs with industrial strength sticky junk on the back that ended up taking the paint off of some beams in our brand new building. He gritted his teeth, doing a really good job at being nice about it, but I knew he wanted to explode. I know he thinks I'm such a moron sometimes and actually, some days, I think he's right. I don't know how to check the oil on anything, change a tire, load a boat or even drive it for that matter and I'm really good a stripping screws so not even the Hulk can remove it. I constantly lose my work key, or lock keys in vehicles and sometimes break keys off in the hole. I've been married to Hubby, a total tool guy, for almost 15 years now and I still don't know the difference between a circular saw and a hacksaw. I can tell ya what tool brands are best and how much they cost but please don't ask me what a diamond blade is. I'll never know and if I used it, odds are, I'd break it.

I can't dig holes very well and I'm terrible at moving rock. Even when he asks me to rake mulch, I manage to spread it all unevenly with half of it flown out in the grass. I really do want to help...really. Unlike some couples, I think we work pretty good together as a team but sometimes I think Hubby would rather I not help. I'm either in the way, not doing it right, making a huge mess or turning an hour project into two. He always says thank you, sometimes laughs at me, but it makes me wonder why I even try to help. I'm stepping in his domain, thinking I'm helping, but really just making a big fat mess of it all.

Maybe I should stick to my dish loading and laundry sorting, and I'll keep working on the keys issue.