I have been busy painting. Painting is a big undertaking, and that should have been plenty in and of itself. But, I am me. And for some reason, fate has other ideas for what should and shouldn't be enough.
Mary, wanted an under the sea room. I wanted her to have a bright, happy, flower filled, fairy, candy colored room. Mary informed me that, that was a little bit babyish for her now. NNNOOOOOoooooo! Sniff, sniff.
I had to agree with her, and I also realized that you are a kid once. You have your own, cute, kid bedroom once. Why not let Mary have the room she wants, will love and will remember. So, under the sea it was.
I got the blue and periwinkle paint and went to work. I was extremely nervous painting in our brand new house. Oh, did I mention that it was Mary's idea to mix blue and purple. I thought it was genius! Blue walls, purple ceiling. I was thrilled to get the little bit of "girl color" mixed in there.
I slowly, and very methodically began painting her room. I fretted over every tiny drip. I was so nervous about painting the ceiling and possibly dripping paint somewhere. I think I gave myself a cold sore and maybe an ulcer, but I was determined not to drip...anywhere.
I was so proud of myself when the room was done, and not one drop of paint was out of place!!!! I felt like cheering, so I did. Yup, I do stuff like that sometimes. There may or may not have been some dancing as well.
|Dresser complete with Beach towel, lava lamp, tray with sand and shells, and a glowing jellyfish.|
Her "waterfall, that has real water and makes it sound like you are in the sea, another glowing jellyfish, and stuffed dolphins, fish and an octopus.
As I was basking in my victory, I failed to see my little #4, sneak past me. Naturally, he was extremely curious about the big shiny container filled with smooth looking colored stuff, and naturally, he pulled on it in order to get a better look. End result: 1/2 gallon of periwinkle paint poured all over the blanket I had on the carpet.
I was horrified at the sight, and then thrilled that it all landed on the blanked. Pretty sure another cold sore popped out right then and there. I quickly bundled up the blanked, and ran it down the stairs and out the door, where I placed it on the rock field of a yard we have. I also placed the paint roller and tray out there as well. As I made my way back up to the very sad Luke, whose play was so quickly taken away, I came face to face with my biggest fear for the day.
The paint had poured from the blanket, down the stairs, across the living room, and out the door. I must not have bundled the blanket enough.
Oh, and did I mention that our carpet is light. Oh yeah.
This was the first time I have cried over something in our new home getting dented, smashed, nicked, or just un-newified. After all, I have 4 active children. I am smart enough to know that things will happen, and I really try hard not to sweat the little things and just let my kids live life....to a point.
This big, purplish, bluish mess dripping down the stairs, and pooling on others, staring me in the face, was more than I could handle though, and the tears came.
After my pity party, I got to work.
For FOUR hours.
Yup, I scrubbed, soaked, sponged, scrubbed, soaked, sponged, wiped, washed, dried, called neighbors to borrow cleaner after using all of mine, called my mom for tips and pity, and did everything I could for the next 4 hours to undo this horrid mess.
I ended up getting most of it up. I seem to be the only one that can still see the blue peeking through the carpet on our stairs, and as long as I am the only one that can still see it, I am happy.
The next day, as Ben and I were walking around the house making plans with our landscaper, Ben looked at the house and gasped. I turned my gaze to where Ben was staring, and my jaw dropped as well.
In all of the mayhem, I had forgotten to throw away the roller and the tray that I had placed outside.
As a result, my #3 had decided to help with the painting.
No tears this time, but I am pretty sure another cold sore popped out.
Needless to say, we are now waiting for our dude from Edge Homes to come over and hopefully give us a color match, so we can paint over this.
Oh, why can't painting just be that...painting. *sigh*
I have also painted the boys room and guest room since then. I figured the worst had happened, so I no longer had fear, just defeat. Boo.
I am happy with how the other rooms turned out though.
|I fell in love with this green color! Turned out great. And of course, I smile every time I see that dresser.|