I bought a bookshelf for my son's room around Christmas but I've been too depressed to put it together. Well today I finally did it! My mom helped me but I am proud of the fact that I finally put it together. My brother and brother in law have been offering to do it for a couple of months but I felt like I had to do it myself, to prove that even without my husband I can still get **** done. I feel like that's just one of the things I have to do now; all the things one would normally foist off to her husband. It's like I wanted to prove that I am capable of being independent. I know it doesn't seem like a big deal but it's a really proud moment for me.

Next step, spackling the small hole in the wall in my son's room!