I just realized that I could end any room in the house with a "/Playroom." Kitchen/Playroom. Bathroom/Playroom. I love that I can't take my house seriously when I have kids!
I finally found a nice color to paint the office (thank you Amy), loaded up the kids in the car, and headed to Sherwin Williams. You should see the look on all the painters' faces when the four of us walk in (oh, and with Mason and Harley sitting in the car whining). A total circus. So as not to make my trip a living hell of "I don't want to go to the paint store again" I give them each a quarter (or "a money" as Murphy calls it) before we leave the house and they get to put it in whichever candy machines they want as soon as they get there. The Mike and Ikes keep their mouths busy while I wait behind paint guys in line because I always seem to go to SW at paint-refill time.
Fast-forward an hour or so. We were all set with the supplies and ready to paint. And ready to go to the dentist for another flouride treatment because the trip took a little longer than expected and I had to dish out fifty more monies. I decided that since Millie sleeps well at night, I'd get started on the room late that night. All went well - the paint wasn't covering like I had hoped - but I was finished rocking out to iTunes and with my first coat. I went to move my ladder out of the corner and forgot I had put a cup of paint on the little shelf while I was doing the trim. Well, it was like I was out of a movie...the cup went upside down ONTO MY HEAD. I had paint everywhere. On the right side of my face. On my shirt. On my pantalones. On the hardwood floors (thankfully we don't have carpet). I was wiping laughing tears from my eyes as I jumped into the shower and stripped. At that exact moment, Trevor calls down "do you want me to bring her down to you?" Crap. Little Missy decides she wants to be fed at 11:30pm. I quietly yelled back up "Um...no...I sort of have paint all over." Trevor walks down the stairs unsure of what he'll be laying his tired eyes upon. He looks at me in the shower: "No." He walks into the office/playroom: "NO!!!!" Meanwhile I'm running naked upstairs to get dressed, hair soaking wet with residual "Rocky Coast" highlights throughout. Trevor is dumbfounded, wondering how he'll begin the clean-up process. I raced back down and took Millie, who must've noticed something was going on because she was very big-eyed and not crying anymore. As I watched Trevor, with one eye still asleep, wiping paint from the floor, I realized I had to take down the drapes in order to paint. So there we stand: I'm nursing Millie with a shirt and undies on. Trevor is on his hands and knees in only his Hanes. Right in front of the window for the neighboorhood to see. Oh how the value of our neighborhood had declined since we moved in!
The next day I decided to finish off the room only to realize I have run out of paint. Of course it would've been ideal working hours because Millie actually slept, and for almost two hours. So we had to wait for her to wake up so I could feed her and then head for Sherwin Williams (not without stopping at the coin jar on the way out).
Ready to paint again at about 1:30pm. Crap. The colors totally don't match up. So, I had to paint the entire room again. Here I sit looking at the room...LOVE the color. Hate the fact that you can see a total difference between the corners and around the trim. So, I am hiring my lovely husband (who doesn't quite know it yet) to fix the job. Because if I have to get back up on the ladder one more fricken time only to have a not-so-hot outcome I may need some Kendall Jackson before five tonite!
Pictures of the new room to follow...hopefully by noon-ish.
I finally found a nice color to paint the office (thank you Amy), loaded up the kids in the car, and headed to Sherwin Williams. You should see the look on all the painters' faces when the four of us walk in (oh, and with Mason and Harley sitting in the car whining). A total circus. So as not to make my trip a living hell of "I don't want to go to the paint store again" I give them each a quarter (or "a money" as Murphy calls it) before we leave the house and they get to put it in whichever candy machines they want as soon as they get there. The Mike and Ikes keep their mouths busy while I wait behind paint guys in line because I always seem to go to SW at paint-refill time.
Fast-forward an hour or so. We were all set with the supplies and ready to paint. And ready to go to the dentist for another flouride treatment because the trip took a little longer than expected and I had to dish out fifty more monies. I decided that since Millie sleeps well at night, I'd get started on the room late that night. All went well - the paint wasn't covering like I had hoped - but I was finished rocking out to iTunes and with my first coat. I went to move my ladder out of the corner and forgot I had put a cup of paint on the little shelf while I was doing the trim. Well, it was like I was out of a movie...the cup went upside down ONTO MY HEAD. I had paint everywhere. On the right side of my face. On my shirt. On my pantalones. On the hardwood floors (thankfully we don't have carpet). I was wiping laughing tears from my eyes as I jumped into the shower and stripped. At that exact moment, Trevor calls down "do you want me to bring her down to you?" Crap. Little Missy decides she wants to be fed at 11:30pm. I quietly yelled back up "Um...no...I sort of have paint all over." Trevor walks down the stairs unsure of what he'll be laying his tired eyes upon. He looks at me in the shower: "No." He walks into the office/playroom: "NO!!!!" Meanwhile I'm running naked upstairs to get dressed, hair soaking wet with residual "Rocky Coast" highlights throughout. Trevor is dumbfounded, wondering how he'll begin the clean-up process. I raced back down and took Millie, who must've noticed something was going on because she was very big-eyed and not crying anymore. As I watched Trevor, with one eye still asleep, wiping paint from the floor, I realized I had to take down the drapes in order to paint. So there we stand: I'm nursing Millie with a shirt and undies on. Trevor is on his hands and knees in only his Hanes. Right in front of the window for the neighboorhood to see. Oh how the value of our neighborhood had declined since we moved in!
The next day I decided to finish off the room only to realize I have run out of paint. Of course it would've been ideal working hours because Millie actually slept, and for almost two hours. So we had to wait for her to wake up so I could feed her and then head for Sherwin Williams (not without stopping at the coin jar on the way out).
Ready to paint again at about 1:30pm. Crap. The colors totally don't match up. So, I had to paint the entire room again. Here I sit looking at the room...LOVE the color. Hate the fact that you can see a total difference between the corners and around the trim. So, I am hiring my lovely husband (who doesn't quite know it yet) to fix the job. Because if I have to get back up on the ladder one more fricken time only to have a not-so-hot outcome I may need some Kendall Jackson before five tonite!
Pictures of the new room to follow...hopefully by noon-ish.
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