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.