I am sitting here thinking about the last load of laundry in the dryer that needs to be put up.
Honestly, I can't find the energy to rise from the couch.
I think that the paint project in the next room that I have been working on all week is calling my name.
I said, ALL WEEK.
You see, I will be the first to admit that I am a little OCD, with a side of ADD and HGTV.
What this means is, medically speaking, of course, is that:
A) I love decorating projects
B) I want them to be perfect
C) It needs to be wrapped up quickly.
Not a good combination.
You see, L's birthday is next month. For her birthday she wanted a new comforter set, which of course, meant that I also was going to have to repaint her bedroom to match.
I bought it and hid it away in the basement until her birthday but had already started planning out what I was going to do, and how.
You see, for some reason, I decided to replicate the curtain pattern on her walls. This included stripes and solids and polka dots.....
Yeah. I know. What was I thinking?
Well, last week L was playing downstairs and I noticed that the area where I had stashed the goods had been tampered with.
"Did you find something you shouldn't have?"
With eyes darting around suspiciously.....she looked at my 'mother knows all' eyes and said, "I'm sorry."
So with her admission the wheels began to spin in my head and the muscles in my body started twitching.
This happens when I have something ahead of me that I need to do and it doesn't let up until it is done. I have learned to cope with the feeling that I experience on a daily basis when I think about how far behind I am with my scrapbooking.
I think my eye is twitching as I speak.
Anyway, when I found out that my sister was going to be off work this past Tuesday, I knew...Tuesday...was THE day.
We would tackle this project.
So, we painted.
At the end of the day we had three solid colored walls, a half-pink wall, and three pink stripes. Of course, we had probably 20 more stripes to go, but we had made progress. As I left the room that night I had to shut the door so as not to see the work I had ahead of me.
Little did I know that once I opened it back up again, I would find that the three solid colored walls, were not. They were spotted and the paint looked to be two different colors.
So, yesterday I got off work and made a quick trip to Lowe's. I went in with the intent of purchasing another gallon of paint. As luck would have it the Valspar Rep. was there and gave me the gallon FREE OF CHARGE.
If only he would have came home with me and painted my walls.
So, I arrived home last night and although I wanted to dive into the room and get started, I had to do a favor for my husband first.
No, not THAT kind of favor.
He needed me to help him 'band' calves. Yes. Band. For those of you that don't live the glamorous life that I do, let me explain.
Banding calves consists of wrapping a very thick rubberband like band around the calves testicles and tightening and, finally, clamping the band.
This causes the testicles to fall off, turning our bull calf, into a steer.
Like I said, glamorous.
My job? To pull the calf's tail back tight against it's back, making it nearly impossible for it to kick Steven as he is messing with his goods. And by his goods, I mean the calfs'.
(I thought maybe clarification was necessary.)
But, seriously, aren't I a nice wife? I am sure that you might believe that because of my 'Super Wife' capabilities that Steven would later help me paint.
You, my friends, would be wrong.
And painted. And washed L's hair in anti-dandruff shampoo. And painted.
Fixed my children a nutritious supper of frozen cheese pizza, and painted.
And now, I am getting ready to forge on, with the help of my sister, and paint some more.
Here I am, three hours later, back on the couch, while Steven took the kids to a fish fry and my sister is making her own pizza rolls, waiting for the trim, on the tape, on the stripes to dry.
At this rate, I will still be painting this time next week.
I bet it would be hard to paint wearing a straight jacket.