Atalanta's Lament
This is year two of living by myself in the wilds of the Chilcotin.
I have found that I do very well on my own, and certainly have had no need of a man to help me keep my house and life maintained. I have my own tool kit. I know how to survive if the power (including heat and water) goes off for eighteen hours. I know how to deal with temperatures below -30 degrees Celsius. I know what to do if I encounter carnivorous wildlife or drunken rednecks. I'm completely prepared, should a seven year old suddenly announce that he is going to hurl.
In short, I am very independent.
Unfortunately, I can't do everything on my own. There is one task I simply must have another person to help me with, and my ongoing struggle to do it on my own is pissing me off to no small degree. It seems to be impossible to remove the leaf of my dining table without another person.
EDIT: Apparently I can live without a man or a roommate, but not my mother. She suggested I check for catches on the underside of the table.
*facepalm*
...and to think that I was in the enrichment program.