Bought new patio furniture tonight

I have been wanting to put new patio furniture outside on our back covered porch for quite some time. Actually, it has been since we moved in and we were going to get this set before but realized when we closed on the house that we better have some extra in the bank in case we end up needing it and let me tell you, it was a good thing we did because when you are signing your life away on those what seem like hundreds of documents when you buy a house, you never know what unexpected expense will pop up.
Well anyways, we finally decided on a couple of rocking chairs for outside and got them home and both of us worked on the assembly. Now, I am not the handiest tool in the shed and am not like most men in the fact that I cannot hammer a straight nail, more or less put a couple of rocking chairs together. Well, we continued this mess of what was eventually going to become a chair and I find myself getting really frustrated and I can't even see straight and it hits me... This is the silliest thing ever to get mad about and I am retrospectively looking at myself and thinking it is a stupid chair, why are you so mad at this? As I sit here and blog about this stupid little incident, I realize why. This is supposed to be a guy thing...I am supposed to be able to know how to put together model airplanes and work with nails and glue and engines and cars and knives and yet I realize that I don't work on any of those things. When we buy things like ceiling fans and thermostats, we always call her dad to come and help us install it. The man put my new lights on the front of my new house and crawled under the house and checked for moisture and did man stuff. What is my daughter going to call me about if she realizes that I am not handy. I want her to ask me about that kind of stuff when she is older. I want her to think her dad knows about that kind of stuff. I want her to come to me with man problems, not just the geeky computer stuff that I mainly mess with now and lately I am not even good at fixing those. Just ask my buddy, Mike.
So am I worried that I am not going to be a good Dad? Not necessarily. I am just worried that Mr. Fix-It is going to be Mr. Break-it and not know how to put it back together again if I am not careful. My wife says don't worry about it, not all men are good at that stuff. Well, maybe not but I want to learn so my daughter has a Mr. Fix-it in her life, even if he is as clumsy as Tim the Tool-man Taylor.