Being a Help Meet

I have a few different responsibilities than some women do. I go to work with Stephen pretty often. He is a self employed* truck driver, so it's pretty cool.
Anymore I am not as much of a help as I once was. He won't let me climb up the side of the trailer with Tyrel in the baby carrier (I can't imagine why not), so any help I give is from the ground.
Well yesterday he needed to wash out his trailer (a livestock trailer). It is not his favorite job. He has to crawl through sheep and goat "stuff" with a high pressure water hose, washing it all out.
While he does this I usually clean up the front of the truck.
Anywho, yesterday I asked if I could help him clean out the trailer. He said if I really wanted to, I could start and when I got tired of it, or when Tyrel got hungry, we would trade out. So I tanked Ty up, changed clothes and got started.
2 1/2 hours later I was done.
So Stephen got a break and I had fun. Once you get over the initial grossness, which isn't hard, it really is pretty fun.
Oh yeah, when I was almost done, Stephen realised that he had never turned on the pressure pump. So I had washed it all out at about half pressure! Oh well.

*He is actually a partner with his brother in a business, but he is the driver, and his brother does the "office" stuff.