My husband, bless his heart, is a perfectionist. Not that everything he does turns out perfectly, but that he'll drive his self bananas along with anyone else involved in any project he undertakes if he's allowed, just trying to make things perfect. Early on in our kitchen tiling project, which is coming along nicely even if it did start a bit slowly, he determined that he would be mud man. Meaning that he would spread the thin-set on the floor, butter the backs of the tiles with a little extra and set the tiles in place. I was star woman. I was to put the little spacers we call stars but actually look more like little x's between the tiles as he placed them so that they would stay that way (the tiles). I was also supposed to take a level and make sure that all the tiles he put down were perfectly so--level, that is. That seemed all well and good at first and should have been a cakewalk, but I quickly became disillusioned as mud man kept doubling back and redoing everything I was doing. He was making a mess of it too, lifting the tiles back out of the mud and repositioning them without ever quite getting them exactly as he wanted. It would appear I was useless to him as a leveler and my stars kept getting scattered. I told him that I didn't want to be star woman anymore, but next time we laid a few tiles there I was in star position again, listening to mud man fuss if I did nothing and watching him redo it if I did. The third time around I again said I wanted to be mud woman and mud man almost refused me, but I stuck out my bottom lip and let him know that if he didn't let me be mud woman I wasn't going to play the game anymore. Mud man relented and let me take a shot. By the time we'd gotten halfway across on one row the newly made star boy had declared me mud woman forever, as we were making way better time with far less mess. Star boy said he wondered why he was so bad at being mud man and I told him it was because he'd had no experience putting the icing on a cake. And then I told him the truth. I said, "Well, star boy, it's like this. Some of us are born to lead and some to follow. The proof is this, when I'm following, you're always turning circles trying to lead and do my job. When I lead, you follow along quite nicely and we get where we're going a heck of a lot faster with a whole lot less mess. Plus, and this is a big one, you end up happier because you get to make the last adjustment, which is what you really wanted in the first place." Star boy is still thinking about that one, but mud woman doesn't care because her floor is getting done.