At Least He's Potty Trained

As a new wife, I'm still learning, or dare I say, starting to believe the advice given to me by all the women in my family. Men are clueless. Not always, I'll give them that, but most times they just haven't got a clue. It's frustrating to the point that I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel in some cases, but once we've crossed that bridge I usually find myself looking back and giggling. Giggling at his inability to get [what seems to me as] a simple task done. Giggling at myself for getting so flustered at his inability.
I'll give you an example: We recently bought our first home and are still in that remodeling stage. Paint is everywhere, boxes piled high, appliances still missing. We had just bought our new fridge a few days earlier and I was so stoked! My own huge stainless-steel bottom freezer refrigerator! WAHOO!! Delivery day came and I receive the call at work that the delivery truck was just down the street from my house. I call Hubby to tell him and he says he's home and ready. Then he calls me back. Frantic. "The fridge won't fit into the kitchen because of the counter; I'm gonna send it back!" I couldn't even get the words out before he'd ended the call. Now, why? Why does he call me at work to give me the bad news? Couldn't he figure it out from there with the delivery guys instead of calling me at work, where I could do nothing but freak out that my new precious refrigerator is being taken away? Into the car and into traffic I flew to rescue my kitchen's newest member. Anxious. Flustered. 
Flash forward twenty minutes, the delivery guys were able to squeeze it into its place and it looked great. Now, why couldn't we have done without the frantic call? The one where I could've done nothing anyway? Men. They don't multi-task. They also can't handle things the way us women can. I remember my mom giving me this advice. Even my dad told me. Did I listen? No. 
I adore my Hubby and need to learn once and for all that him and I are different. I can handle certain situations and he can handle others. At the end of the day its easier to giggle and think "At least he is potty trained".