Did you then watch while he used the drill to make sure he didn’t destroy something or hurt himself? Because that becomes your responsibility at that point. And you can’t effectively do it while you aren’t physically present.
I advised him of any safety precautions or good practises he might be unaware of, even offered to help if need be but i don’t need to infantilise a grown goddamn adult.
I don’t think that’s the issue lol. I’ve come home and the wife has completely disassembled the fridge with no pics or information on how it goes back together. So when she asks questions like “where is the sawsall?” I get the same dread that I’m not going to get to relax when I get home, it’s going to be several hours of fixing something that shouldn’t have happened.
I wish I had a wife who cared to take apart a refrigerator. Because, that’s how I started when I was very young–taking apart my toys. Eventually, I figured out how to put them back together. By the time I was a teen, I would disassemble and reassemble film cameras for fun.
That sort of curiosity, and let’s call it bravery, can be molded, and taught.
But she won’t put it back together nor document it for me to do later lol. So then I get home and have to spend an hour or two doing shit that didn’t need to happen.
I cannot imagine being this sad.
Husband has literally asked me how to put a bit in a drill. I walked over and fucking showed him.
If you need to be told how to set up a tool then you likely need to be supervised while using it.
Did you then watch while he used the drill to make sure he didn’t destroy something or hurt himself? Because that becomes your responsibility at that point. And you can’t effectively do it while you aren’t physically present.
I advised him of any safety precautions or good practises he might be unaware of, even offered to help if need be but i don’t need to infantilise a grown goddamn adult.
What is wrong with you.
I don’t think that’s the issue lol. I’ve come home and the wife has completely disassembled the fridge with no pics or information on how it goes back together. So when she asks questions like “where is the sawsall?” I get the same dread that I’m not going to get to relax when I get home, it’s going to be several hours of fixing something that shouldn’t have happened.
I wish I had a wife who cared to take apart a refrigerator. Because, that’s how I started when I was very young–taking apart my toys. Eventually, I figured out how to put them back together. By the time I was a teen, I would disassemble and reassemble film cameras for fun.
That sort of curiosity, and let’s call it bravery, can be molded, and taught.
But she won’t put it back together nor document it for me to do later lol. So then I get home and have to spend an hour or two doing shit that didn’t need to happen.