hurray for vacations spent at home
back at work. ugh.
i didn’t accomplish all of my goals for the long weekend, but i still feel pretty good about everything i managed to get done.
painting the bedroom took so long. i guess i was overly optimistic, thinking i could get it done in a day. it took three. dammit. but it only took three because we had other things going on. if i had a whole day and a half, i’m sure it would have been done quicker. the first day, i had to clear and clean the room and create a big plastic tent for the bed (we have a four poster black bed, so obviously we had to protect that from the potential paint spray from the rollers). i then started the fun job of cutting in (i was experimenting with not taping), but switched partway to a roller. yes, i know cutting in is supposed to be done first, but i was waffling about the one coat vs. two coats issue and i was really curious to see if i would need two. (turns out i didn’t need two. yay! sticklers may shake their heads, but i think the coverage with one was sufficient.) and, to be completely honest, i was also feeling rather discouraged that i had been working for hours already and had very little to show for it. my mom came by while i was painting and scared the crap out of me. i’m glad i didn’t drop the roller. (some backstory: when i was picking the color for the room, i showed two different paint chips to my mom: behr’s harvest brown and gobi desert. same color, but one was a shade lighter. she picked the lighter one. i ended up going with the darker one. she was skeptical.) our conversation went something like this:
me: what do you think?
my mom: it’s definitely darker!
me: ...
my mom: it’s much darker than what you had in here before!
me: yeah... [thinking] um, ma, it was white in here before
my mom: so... let’s talk about me.
it was pretty hilarious. she didn’t stay long. i finished up the walls with the roller and that was the end of day one. we slept on an inflatable mattress on the floor in the living room that night. paul hated it. he woke up screaming ‘round two am, jabbing his little finger viciously in the direction of the bedroom. “take me there, wench!”
the next day we went to a birthday party – that’s another story all on its own – and when we came home, i finished the cutting in on the walls. think that’s when cam painted the ceiling for me.
day three cam sanded the ceiling near the crown moulding because the caulk he used wasn’t paintable. i followed with my trusty brush and the room was done. yippee! my mom actually liked it by then. she thinks the white crown looks really good against the dark walls, and i agree.
day four i moved the rest of the furniture in and cleaned the bathroom (never would have guessed that “bartender’s friend” or whatever it’s called would be good at cleaning our tub). please note that i also managed to get about ten loads of laundry done, did all the dishes and read about five or six mystery novels.
it was a good weekend.