I always knew being a mother would take incredible skill and stamina.
I knew my endurance would be tested beyond imagination and I would have to dig deep within my personal knowledge and resources to develop highly important problem-solving strategies.
I knew the functionality and the efficiency of the household was going to depend on me.
I knew posterity depended on my ability to pass on these skills to my highly intelligent offspring so they could function with success and brilliance in the broad world around them.
I didn’t know some of motherhood skills were so highly-advanced and so incredible, these feats could not be attempted or achieved by the father of the household.
I didn’t know how hard it would be to instruct on this technically-advanced talent.
I didn’t know that in some areas the skill would be impossible to be passed on and would be borne and used by
me
and
me
alone.
And, as I was devastated to discover when this truck drove by – professional help is NOT available.
Highly-skilled Domestic Engineer conquers toilet paper rolls.
toilet paper is over rated, signed a too busy husband . . .
I have sometimes wondered what will happen in my daughter’s home, because of this very dilemma. Then I remember my own mother’s complaint.
Ah, their lack of participation may be caused by the question of ‘should the roll be loaded so it pulls over the top or pulled from the bottom?” Such dilemmas can confuse even the most highly skilled individual.