I'll be honest: I didn't do a lot of the work. I feel like a bad feminist to admit it, but my husband was so much better equipped to do the work. As an architect it's within his wheelhouse, and I am woefully ignorant of some basic home remodel aspects. While I suspected from the beginning that I'm not one to get dirty, it was confirmed for me on this DIY experience. Whatever I was trying to do to help, I took twice as long as my husband; It didn't come naturally to me, and that's ok. I helped when I could, largely with painting and by keeping the baby away. We each did our part and I'm proud of our jointed efforts. It means more to do it yourself. There's real satisfaction in being able to say we did it ourselves, and not just in the smug way that we would at a party. There's ownership over every aspect of the kitchen, and a desire to make it as perfect as we can.
