Last night I drove 100km on dark roads. I got us home safely and almost kept to the speed limit most of the time. After 30km, Andrew taught me how to use high-beam lights. They make driving in the dark heaps easier.
Today I cooked a barbeque lunch for us (there's a bbbq on our front verandah). I've never independently used a non-park variety barbeque before. I took everything outside, tried to light it, failed, and took everything back inside again. Then I gave myself a talking to - "You're a grown-up. How hard could it be? You drove on those dark roads last night... etc." - then took everything back outside and tried again. I have now mastered the gas bottle barbeque.
I have also had other minor triumphs - I successfully used a front loader washing machine (I'm not good at following instructions) and got the kids to take responsibility for the dishes. On Friday I have to independently pack the car. Andrew is nervous about this one, but given my other successes, I'm hopeful.
If Andrew stays out of action for much longer, who knows what other skills I might acquire?
Thankfully, he can fill in forms lying down.