Girl Power

Last week I had a melt down.  The hole in my ceiling that had been there since Thanksgiving had not yet been fixed, as a matter of fact the only reason there was a piece of dry wall in the hole with a rough mud job on it was because my brother did it.  I was fed up.  I talked to my husband and apparently the ugly ceiling in the living room did not bother him hence he has not fixed it.  So in a fit of rage I proclaimed “I am going to fix it.  It was my baby now.  You have lost all rights to it!”  The following morning I thought to myself what have I done?  Because on top of my own three kids, I watch 2 other kids a couple of days during the week.  I have a degree in accounting. I have never touched drywall in my life.  Well, two hours later, and three Youtube videos, I had sanded the first coat of mud off, and was on my way to Home Depot to get more joint compound.  Now, 5 days later I am ready to paint.  The girls and I are on our way to Home Depot again to get some paint samples.  Everything in the living room is covered in dust.  I have never been so proud of dust!

I am Woman!  Hear me roar!  Do you have it?  Yes I do!  Girl Power!  Wait do you hear that?  Toot Toot.  That’s me tooting my own horn.