Jack of all Trades MEETS Jill of all Skills

Jack of all Trades MEETS Jill of all Skills

My husband is very intelligent. He says he just carries around a whole bunch of useless information. I beg to differ. He's just NOT VAIN. He doesn't want people to think he's as smart as he really is. He is a Jack of all Trades!
When I was sixteen, I thought I knew everything I would ever need to know. Well, everything I'd need to know in THIS lifetime. I knew reading, writing and arithmetic. What did I need to know fractions, algebra or calculus for? I knew how to get to all the surrounding counties within a 60 mile radius. I could drive a car, a truck, a tractor and of course I was good at driving my mother crazy by thinking I knew everything. Heck, I even knew how to smoke a cigarette. I learned that while learning to drive. I thought that was ONE COOL THING to do - holding a cigarette in the same hand I was steering with. Ok, so I didn't know exactly how to smoke a cigarette. I choked, coughed and thought I'd throw up on several occasions. But I got the hang of it. Now, see how smart I was?
When I turned 21, I thought for sure I knew it all by then. I was a mother. Actually, I was a pretty good mother. I used to do a lot of babysitting so I had some experience under my belt. Being a mother was going to be easy!! I knew all about it. My baby had nights of crying, dirty diapers, earaches, scrapes and bruises, and many visits to the emergency room. I didn't know as much as I thought I did about being a mother. I learned that you learn as you go.
Turning 30 was a turning point for me. I cried. I figured by then, for sure, I knew everything. I had this "being married" thing down! Money was tight. Bills had to be paid. Food had to be on the table. And, I had to be a wife along with being a mother. After thirteen years of marriage, I found out I wasn't very good at being a wife either. I'll be nice and not say anything else about divorces!
Looking back, I'm trying to figure out just when I did start to know everything. A couple years ago I told my husband that the measurement I needed for my recipe WAS NOT on the measuring cup. So I didn't learn fractions in high school! I needed 1/5 of something. It wasn't on the cup. My husband just shook his head and smiled when I told him to show me where it was. I can't measure with a ruler either. I'll soon be fifty years old. The big 5 0! I'm starting to mature. Yep, I've finally figured it all out. I don't know much of ANYTHING, much less Everything. It could be too late for me to start learning. I'm thinking I'll just let my Jack of all Trades do it for me because I found out I'm really just a Jill of VERY FEW SKILLS. My husband still shakes his head when I ask him things I should already know. He swears I'm just pretending to NOT KNOW so that he will have to do it. I don't know if he's right or wrong. I just know that JACK loves this JILL, regardless!