First off, thank you everyone for your encouraging comments. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
Now, to the adventure.
Every year, my oldest daughter buys me a gift card from Home Depot for Mother’s Day and this year I used it to buy paint. Which ahs been sitting in my garage since May.
As I mentioned, I decided Thursday to finally paint the den. When we moved in to this house EVERYTHING was a flat white. Flat white with kids.
I can sense those of you with kids nodding in understanding.
I’d promised the kids we’d put up the tree Thursday evening and I wanted to get it done before then. Originally, I thought just to paint the wall behind the tree and do the rest later.
That was until I pulled the corner desk away from the wall. No way was I doing that twice. So okay, two walls.
Then I started on the prep work: taping, moving things away from the walls, etc. And it was taking way too long. So I decided to paint one wall just to see what it looked like, only to discover this was definitely a two coat situation. I don’t know if the paint was old or what… and no, I didn’t buy primer.
So I put on the music and painted… and painted… and painted. Did I mention it’s a big room? A. Really. Big. Room. And I reasoned. There is no way I’m leaving everything in chaos, I’d better do the whole room.
I’d finished the prep for two walls and painted one when it was time to go get the munchkin from preschool. I brought her home and she said she was so proud of me (awww) and can she help? (gulp)
So I gave he a fairly dry brush and told her to go paint the white wall. She did pretty well, except for setting the brush down on the floor once. And she quickly grew bored.
I’d purchased two cans of paint for the three walls so when I ran out of the first, I decided to tackle the focus wall. I stepped out of my comfort zone and instead of painting the walls beige, tan or wheat… I went for chocolate brown, Sweet Georgia Brown to be exact.
(funny aside, I first typed that chocolate brain… and immediately thought of CJ Redwine. ;0)
I was just realizing I just might not have enough paint when the kids came home from school. Boy walked into the den, looked around and said, “It looks like a tornado went through here.” Which, if you have a boy, you’d probably know is a bit ironic. That’s my line.
But he’s right. Everything that was on the desk is now on the couch and coffee tables and… it seems to have multiplied. It does look like a tornado has gone through.
Sooo… skip ahead to it’s 4:30, I have to take K to my uncle to make sure he has everything for her extra credit science experiment, E is not home yet (she’s in trouble) and I definitely do not have enough Sweet Georgia Brown. I reason it’s okay if its a bit splotchy because I am going to texture that wall… right? Right.
As soon as I get back It’s 5:30, E is home doing homework-she’s still in trouble-and I am now determined to get that room finished. Did I mention I’d promised we’d decorate the Christmas tree that night?
I ask E to put some water on to boil for mac n cheese (the mom’s go-to-got-no-time dinner.) when K asked if we could just have cereal for dinner. Cereal? It wasn’t even K’s dish night. So… yeah.
I finished at 8; exhausted, happy with the results and ready for bed.
Pushed everything back but not against the wall, moved the bookcase and boy helped me bring in the Christmas boxes. Secretly, I’m always afraid… spiders. Yuck.
Boy and I put together the tree with the help of C and K and then we decorated. I’d have taken more pictures but the kids were… dirty.. Way in need of baths.
When we opened the box with the decorations, C exclaimed over all the Christmas books and sat down to read one when I heard what no arachnid fearing mother wants to hear. “There’s a spider.”
I looked up. “Where?”
I glanced at C. She was only wearing a tee shirt and underwear. I saw no spider but I had a really bad feeling. That’s when K said, “It was on her belly but it dropped off. Now it’s under that.” She points to a piece of foam.
I picked it up and there it was. Big black body, ugly jointed legs. It looked like… I swallowed my heart thinking that damn thing had been On. My. Daughter. It ran away but not faster than avenging mom. I killed it and flipped it over. It wasn’t a black widow… or at least not the female variety.
Well that’s it. The trees up, the den is painted and yes, I love it. I still have quite a bit of work (like hanging the drapes and going through all the papers now stacked on my desk) but it’s done.
It all went fairly well, no broken bones (I’ve done that standing-or rather falling from-something I should not have stood on to reach up high) and only a few drips…. except that later that evening, I discovered C had taken the paint brush down the hallway… yup. I will be making another trip to Home Depot.
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