wiper blades and wedding vows

I’m not really afraid to do anything around the house.  I can run a power saw, bend conduit, and cut the grass.  Last year, I even fixed a runny toilet when I realized Jason was too busy with coaching to get around to it.  (There are great instructional videos on youtube!)

However, I have 2 things that I DO NOT want to deal with:  vehicle “stuff” and garbage.  They were actually in our vows.  Seventeen years ago, Jason said it in front of God and all of our family and friends.  “I, Jason, promise to love, honor, and respect you and take out the trash and deal with car repairs and oil changes.”  And, we all know that God doesn’t like broken promises…

But, football season sheds a whole new light on our balanced family responsibilities.  Jason is responsible for work and football, and I’m responsible for the rest, except garbage.  Car repairs are a different story.  You see, our cars only need repaired during the fall for some reason.  Not even kidding you.  Maybe it’s because we ignore the signs of required maintenance for months until they can’t wait any longer, which happens to be during the 9 week football season.  This time, it was my wiper blades.

Not very scary, but, when Jason looked at them and commented, “I don’t even know how to change these,” I was a bit intimidated.  I know, I know, I can take them to any oil change place and they’ll change them for me, but I don’t like the extra cost. 

Cheap, I know.

The wiper blades were shredding.  Seriously.  When it rained, it looked like I was wiping my windshield with a shaggy rag.  Sad, isn’t it, that I didn’t change them sooner?  Well, shaky and nervous, I stopped at Advanced Auto Parts today to purchase new wiper blades.  I hate going into “men” stores like that, because I feel like any guy working there is going to laugh at me for walking in to buy an auto part. 

Silly, I know.

To my surprise – and relief! - a very kind man waited on me and even offered to put them on my van!  Um, yes!  Sure beats going home and searching for “how to replace wiper blades on a Montana” on youtube.

The best part about it was after telling him thank you about 10 times, I told him my husband was a coach.  He asked where.  I told him where.  He told me he had a cousin who played football there.  I said, “I know him!”

My wiper blades are gorgeous, and I am so thankful for such a great experience.

Bring on the rain. 

Except on Friday night.