I must be maturing - I've just survived a DIY project without falling out with the Mr.
I stopped off at the DIY shop on Friday to buy the paint needed for decorating our spare room/office and dreaded the weekend ahead.
You see DIY usually ends in a massive row. Neither of us are particularly handy but we just couldn't live with the lilac walls any longer and I fear I had asked my dad for one favour too many it the last few weeks.
To be fair I did nearly lose the plot when I couldn't get the Mr out of bed to start the project on Saturday morning. You see once I know we have got to get something done I just want to get stuck in and get it finished. The Mr doesn't work like this. We eventually started at about 2pm with various trips up and down the stairs to check on football and rugby scores.
I have to say it went very well all in all and we were a real team, he did the ceiling which I hate and I did the cutting in, a job he hates.
I felt quite proud of us! But it definitely confirms my fears that I am getting old. Ten years ago I wouldn't have got pleasure from a newly painted room, but now I keep going in and smiling at the walls. I think the fumes might have got to me!
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