how to make a grown woman cry

Spend a Saturday afternoon in Target, pouring through curtain samples, curtain rods, picking out drills, batteries, stud sensors.

Spend a beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon indoors, searching for adequate spots on walls to drill holes for installing curtains. Successfully install curtains for one window. Gain confidence to do the big window. Drill a few holes that end up not being secure enough to hold up curtain rod. Get part of the drill bit broken off inside hole. Patch up three small holes. Continue drilling, do some hammering to deal with stubborn screws.

And then, just as you hang up the curtains, slip and hang onto the curtain rod, wrench your right arm, applaud yourself for the fact that the curtain rod is still holding up...and then notice that the bracket on the left is bent from the weight of your falling.

Burst into big tears.

Unscrew the bracket, and hammer the heck out of it back into shape, still sobbing.

Keep hammering until it's about as good as it's going to get, even though it's still slightly bent.

Hang up curtains.

...After all that...my bedroom does look great! But I never want to go through that again.