Today I became a man. A proper bloke.
I took it upon myself to do some DIY. I got out the other half’s drill and his precious tools (he never lets me touch them when he is here) and I went for it!
It sounds like I have just built a fucking monsterous wall or something but actually all I did was put up a towel ring in the downstairs loo.
But HEY! It a fucking good and sturdy towel ring! It’s even lined up straight! Just call me Dave. DIY Dave.
It felt good. I feel like a strong independent woman.
Henry watched me from his jumperoo in horror as I drilled some fuck off holes in the wall. He didn’t look impressed with my skills.
Becoming a Mum empowers you! What challenge can I take on next? I am BASICALLY qualified to build a house now.
Come on now…let’s not get carried away Gemma. Maybe you should just put up some pictures on the wall or a mirror or something.
But I do like the building a house idea. Or a Castle.