In a blog post about a year ago, I confessed my inability to properly fold the wraps around our Christmas dinner egg rolls. Even googling the process and following both written directions and diagrams didn’t improve my limited skills.

Apparently, the flavor of the egg rolls compensated for the lack of folding finesse because the kids requested egg rolls for Christmas dinner again, thus I fear, creating a new Christmas tradition for years to come. This time, the kids and their sweeties did the folding. Before they started, we read the directions on the back of the egg roll wrap package, which said to seal the edges with egg white. They did, and the result was perfect egg rolls.

Several wraps didn’t get used and languished in a Ziplock bag in the refrigerator until I made egg rolls again a week or so later. Since the kids were long gone, I had to fold the wraps, and even with the egg white trick, my finished products looked pathetic.

That’s when the ugly truth smacked me in the face. I have a severe folding impairment (SFV), as evidenced by my ineptitude in these additional areas: 

1. •Folding laundry. My husband does a much better job in this department than I do. In fact he volunteers to fold clothes to keep me from messing up his clothes.
   

2. •Wrapping presents. Though I’m 53 years old, well-intentioned children’s gifts put my Christmas and birthday offerings to shame.
   

Add those two the egg roll wrap inadequacy, and my SFV diagnosis in irrefutable. But it’s way too late in life for remediation. My best bet is to delegate and/or make accommodations. Let’s see. Hiram’s already folding the laundry so that’s okay. From now on, we’ll only have egg roll when the kids are home, so they can cover that one. And instead of gift wrap, I’ll use gift bags.

Now, if I could just identify an impairment that would require delegating cleaning the bathrooms...