On Being Domestically Inept...

Last week I decided to surprise my husband by popping in a load of laundry for him. Though I primarily work from home, ruining clothes with machinery is one of those tasks that luckily doesn't fall to my lot. At the last minute, one of my  meetings was cancelled and I thought it would be quick and helpful to dry a load of jeans.

I grabbed a big handful of denim and moved toward the new dryer we purchased a few months ago (when the old one pooped out). With arms full of wet, heavy jeans, I became instantly (and most unexpectedly) dumbfounded. "How do you open the damn thing?" I stood there stared at it. There's no handle. There's no sticker or arrow that says, "Start here, you idiot!"

Frustrated, I shoved the clothes back into washer. I've been a complex network engineer for a lifetime, why is this baffling me all of a sudden? Yes, it took me a minute to get sorted, and I felt like a complete imbecile all the while. Turns out, I'm just not the domestic type.

To save myself from further humility, I'm keeping my distance from kitchen appliances for now, too.