Under Pressure

Do you ever have one of those moments when you know you're doing it totally wrong, but you can't seem to figure out what it is that you're doing wrong? I had one of those moments yesterday morning.

When Clayton and I left the house to go meet his Gram, Chad said "Put a little air in your front tire. It's a little low, nothing to worry about, but it needs air." I thought to myself, I can do this. I'm a mostly competent adult. I run the window at a very busy MD office by myself. I have a 17 month old that so far is healthy. I've helped Chad through some of his very severe low blood sugar issues. Surely, I can put air in my tire without a problem. Wrong again.

I attempted to put air in my tire, not once, but twice. The first time nothing happened, no biggie. I just told myself that I would try again once Clayton and I were to our destination. I did just that, except this time instead of nothing happening, or the tire actually inflating, it proceeds to deflate. I'm holding the air thingie(I don't know what it's called) on the valve stem(Chad would be proud that I know it's name), and the tire proceeds to get lower, and lower, and lower. When I realize what's happening I kinda panic, and then I burst into giggles. Seriously I'm laughing like a hyena outside of the Texaco, with people looking around at me like I'm a mad woman.

I called my knight in shining armor, or in a red Dodge Dakota. He came and fixed everything for me. In less than 3 minutes. With Chad laughing at me, in love of course, the entire time.

I'm a person of average intelligence. Why could I not do this myself? I don't know, but I was glad I had the hubs to help me out. Hopefully he feels needed and important. Clayton and I really do need him. Obviously.