I promised DH I wouldn't post this, but he didn't see that I had my fingers crossed behind my back
First, I need to explain a little about our process. We started about a year ago. We have 2 grey tanks and one black. He does the outside work, and I do the inside. Each time we dumped, we were figuring out new things. Nothing surprising here, but I thought we were learning together. As it turns out, I was learning and he was relying on me to remember what worked and what didn't. Now, I should explain that my DH works in the nuclear field and is used to having strict, written procedures to follow. After a few more frustrating trips (he lets himself get in a hurry and was missing steps) I finally decided that my DH would benefit from a written procedure. So...I typed up what "we" had learned was the best process for us:
1. Dump the front grey tank.
2. Run water down the sink to ensure no residual remains in the line.
3. Disconnect fresh water hose from trailer.
4. Disconnect fresh water drain hose.
5. Dump black tank.
6. Back flush black tank.
7. Hook hose to tank wand and pass through bathroom window.
8. Turn on water to hose.
9. Rinse black tank using tank wand until water is clear.
10. Remove tank wand from hose.
11. Use hose to add water to tank.
12. Add chemicals to tank.
13. Use hose to put a few inches of water in toilet.
14. Remove hose from bathroom window.
15. Drain rear grey water tank.
16. Rinse all hoses and store.
I printed this out and even laminated the paper to keep it from getting ruined. Now, you might notice that I left out a few obvious steps like closing valves and installing caps. (I did this because I thought they were obvious!)
On our last trip, we had to use a dump station. All went well with dumping the front grey tank. I pulled the trailer forward until he told me to stop when the back drain line was lined up where we needed it to be. I got out of the truck and was talking to my dad, who was preparing to dump his tanks at the other dump station beside us. All of the sudden, I hear a "woosh" sound. I look back and there is DH standing there, in shock while our waste is pouring out onto the ground by the dump station drain. I start yelling "shut the valve". He said, "It's stuck open. Why is it open?" "I don't know dear, but try again", I say soothingly. He reaches down and shuts the valve. He's still asking how the valve could have been open. He's still in shock and I start to see anger setting in. I'm not going to lay blame here, even if he is the only one that touches the valves, so I say, "I don't know what happened, but we learned something today. We learned that we should always check the valve before we remove the cap." He says, "It's not in the procedure." You see what he did here....in typical nuclear worker fashion, the fault lies with the procedure writer. "Okay, sweetie. I will re-write the procedure when we get home, now let's get this mess cleaned up. Hand me the hose."
As for gloves, I have found that they stuff a Christmas stocking very nicely! He will now get a new bunch every year!