DIY, Drama and Dad

I mentioned in yesterday’s post that while B2 was being swarmed by hot girls dressed as comic book heroines, I was busy wrangling two boys and painting our front door. Because I just can’t possibly stress myself out anymore…Right?

You may be asking, why on earth didn’t you just paint the door while B2 was home? Simple question and as I was fighting an obstinate doorknob I was asking myself the same thing. But…you see I wanted to do this on my own. No help. Like in the BM (Before Marriage) days.

Back then I would tackle fixit projects like a champ. Painting bookcases, hanging shelves, fixing faucets you name it.

I learned from the best …this guy taught me everything I know.

And back in the days of yore I would call him if I had issues…like a pesky doorknob. Actually I would have called him prior to the project to find out what I needed instead of trusting the college kid at Lowe’s.

But this time I was on my own…and it was hard. Hard not pick up the phone and call him for advice.

BEFORE Photo

I installed a new doorknob (it did take two days and some swearing).

But I did it! All by myself.

There was DIY, there was drama, and Dad was there in spirit.