Me! If you know me in real life, you know that I do not like to ask for help. Ever. According to my baby book, "I do it mommy!" was my first sentence. I believe it.
I have changed light fixtures in my house. By myself. I have painted rooms and ceilings. By myself. I have cut down trees and moved big rocks. By myself. Get the picture? Now sometimes I enjoy my chore solitude; sometimes not. But that doesn't make me pick up that phone and call someone to come to my aide. Not even when I put up a new ceiling fan/light in the kitchen and it didn't have power. Randy called my dad - for help. ;)
I do take pride in the fact that I don't *need* anyone to help me. I may take me hours longer, make me throw things and generally act like a two year old having a tantrum, but I will do.it.myself.
I really think I need to get over this. I'm pretty sure it has a lot to do with being a military spouse and being the only adult here most of the time. But I think I also have to admit that it's bred into me. Just ask me about my mom's do-it-herself projects: The painted "everything" - as kids we swore if we stood still long enough, mom would paint us. The sanded dining room table - it was scratched so she wanted to refinish it - it was formica. The oxidized paint on my aunt's VW beetle - my mom and her two sisters painted it with Rustoleum paint and rollers.
So now I'm putting the curtain rod brackets back up after the window replacement. I'm too short and short on patience. But I will do it. By myself.