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THE CRAZY DAZE OF MOTHERHOOD When my husband and I applied for our marriage license, we simply walked up to the clerk and paid our money. He handed us a little piece of paper and said, “Next.”
That was it. There was no interrogation, no screening of any kind. No one asked me if I was an ambulance driver, a paramedic, a dog whisperer, a pest exterminator, a plumber or an emergency responder of any other ilk; nor if I was ever likely to become one.
In college I trained in the quintessential art of shorthand. Not once, in my entire life has there ever been a need, let alone an urgency, to use that skill. Never have I been faced with an emergency where I said, “Boy is my shorthand coming in handy now."
It wasn’t that I went into marriage completely inept. I had skills. I knew the importance of shaving my legs and under my arms, of applying makeup everyday and generally trying to look and smell nice. This skill had not only attracted a husband but it came in useful when I needed someone to change a flat tire.
College was not a complete waste of time however; I did learn a little something about plumbing.
One day I walked into the bathroom and noticed a mountain of toilet paper in the toilet. Naturally, I flushed. As the water rose higher and higher I began to worry. If I didn’t do something fast it was going to flood.
Why is the plunger never around when you need it? It’s not like it has a multitude of uses. I have never yet seen it mistaken for a potato masher and I would have noticed someone using it as an umbrella.
Without a plunger—or plumber—handy, there was only one logical thing to do...