We don’t even have a baby yet, but that hasn’t stopped the little monster already taking over one of our rooms.
What used to be the small bedroom at the front of the house – used mainly for books, excess clothing and the random stuff drawer – has slowly turned into a dumping ground of all things baby related.
The transformation has been slow. So slow that I’d not noticed the change until it was too late.
It is now no longer a spare room. It has a new purpose. It is now a nursery. A room re-purposed for something – or someone – that is not even here yet.
The room is now the home of a crib, a car seat, a pram, baby clothes and nappies, to name a few. As these new things have moved in, old things have had to move out, which has left us increasingly short of space.
But I had an idea. The perfect plan to increase our space whilst not needing to throw out any of our stuff. The problem? It involved those three dreaded initials…DIY!
Let me at this point say that I’m no DIY expert by any stretch of the imagination. I’ll give things a go and hope for the best, but I’ve had a few mishaps to date. This has included putting a hole in the ceiling when removing fitted wardrobes and spending 12 hours installing click-lock laminate flooring, only for it to all go tits-up and me having to call in the professionals.
Anyway, I digress. At the end of last year, we bought a new bathroom and boiler which meant that the water tanks in the attic were redundant. Once these were removed, we were left with a decent space which I intended to board for storage purposes. We bought a timber loft ladder, then got a couple of handy men to come around and fit it.
Armed with a tape measure, wind-up torch and other paraphernalia, I ascended the ladder to the attic ready to face my DIY demons. Attics aren’t the nicest of places at the best of times with the spider webs, searing heat and other unknown dangers, but I’d made a promise to myself that I would provide my family with extra space. After all, if the missus can miraculously grow a child in her womb from nothing, surely I’m able to fit some wooden boards.
This is the part in the post where you might be expecting a funny anecdote. The bit where I put my foot through the ceiling, put a nail through my hand or had a confrontation with a colony of angry bats. But none of this happened. The DIY job went pretty smoothly to my amazement. It took a good few hours longer than it should have done and a couple more trips to Homebase than was required, but other than that, everything went to plan.
I measured the space, bought wood of the correct dimensions and purchased loft stilts to raise the floor above the insulation. I even managed to get everything from the shop into the attic with the minimal of fuss. I attached the stilts to the ceiling joists and relaid the loft insulation, before drilling the wooden floorboards to the top of the stilts. And just like that, the attic was boarded.
They always say that dads are good at DIY. I’m pretty sure that I’ve proved that considering how smoothly the job went compared to previous efforts! Perhaps there is some kind of hormone that only develops in men once they know they are going to become parents. A DIY hormone – similar to the endorphins in women during pregnancy and breast-feeding – that can only be discovered and tapped into once you hear the words “I’m pregnant”.
Either that, or it was just a fluke!