Boy's will be boy's

Yesterday was a shitty day for me, i was just totally feeling under appreciated and the more and more i thought about it the more i was pissed off. I think it's a girl thing, or maybe it's just my thing. Anyway i left work and caught the train, Ian picked me up in the car, as soon as i got into the car he says "The tires flat" I'm like "OK do we need to go get it fixed?", And in typical boy fashion he says "oh no, it just a slow leak and needs some air", And then it started....you see, when i get pissed off i like to point out all the things that didn't get done, like the dishes, sweeping the floor, taking the garbage out... you know most of the stuff boy's think are girls jobs. You see, the car is technically MY car, so if something is wrong with it i would like it fixed right away, I'm concerned about the tire, the rim, leaving it in the underground all night and getting up in the morning and it's flat and then we have to change it.... On and on it went.

We end up going to the "shell" gas station, because he likes those one's better....WHATEVER! He filled up the tire, then we head home. I right away go lie on the bed to think, i needed some time to myself. I realized it was a bunch of things that were pissing me off, one was my Strata council is full of a bunch of douche bags (that's a separate posting all in itself), A good friend of ours is getting married and my mum has been throwing all the newspaper announcements, planning details, dates, wedding locations, car rentals in my face, and then there's work and the whole politics that go in with that. Top it off with a messy house and "Danger" bells are ringing.

I finally decided being angry wasn't going to fix anything, but a cheeseburger might, so i talked Ian into taking me out. We headed up the street to a complex that has a variety of stores. We got our cheeseburgers, Ian went to go get his hair cut at "Magic cuts" (i feel like i need to salute him now as it's a bit of an army issue haircut) and then we headed to Crappy Tire to buy some chains, wipers and a snow shovel (we are going to Sun Peaks this weekend) We pile it all into the car, with the slow leak, flat tire and head home)

Ian had the smart idea that since you can't return chains we should maybe make sure they fit, great idea i thought, then we don't have to be freezing our butts off trying to put them on up the mountain. We pull into the underground and park, he starts to untangle the chains and i start replacing the wipers with new ones when i hear "OH NO" I'm like "WHAT", "nothing banana, nothing...... " "Crap".... I finish doing the wiper blades and go over to access the situation, well as soon as get over to the passengers side i hear a loud hissing sound....YEP, the tire was going flat fast.....weren't we just at Crappy Tire where they could fix this....Oh no it was just a slow leak my boys says....It's 8:45pm. I'm now thinking, why didn't you just listen to me!!!!

I decided well we might as well finish the fit on the chains so i finish showing him how they go on the tire (he couldn't figure out the pictures/instructions) and we marvel at how easy and colourful they are, then i walk around to the back of the car to get the "spare", we'll do you think we could budge the lug nuts to get the flat tire off...NOPE. Now I'm really thinking, WHY didn't you just listen to me!!!!! He's jumping on the wrench (209lbs of force) and they won't budge...What are we going to do now. We have a flat tire, and no way to get it off, but i'm not going to give up, i finally say "screw it" i'm getting these things off if it kills me, i'm not walking to the train at 5:30am in the cold and ice. I jump and jump and pull and twist, finally i got one loose, only 5 more to go....I end up jumping on another three just to crack them loose and made Ian do the rest. We got the spare tire on and went back upstairs, It's 9:15pm....

I'm not saying a word, just giving him the look.... He says to me in the elevator "I should really listen to you more often"....YOU THINK?