But we finally reached the point of painting the walls and trim. We had a family discussion recently about who enjoyed which job when it came to painting. It turns out I'm the only one who likes sanding. And I said I didn't mind painting trim.
You're right. All those kids/adults never seem to be around or are too busy when it's time to paint. Handy Husband painted the walls, with some assistance from Available Son. Handy Husband painted some of the trim. The man does have a daytime job that he needs to keep to pay for all this work, so remembering that I stated I didn't mind painting trim, I volunteered to continue trim painting while he was working.
I managed to successfully avoid painting yesterday, but knew I had to suck it up and paint trim today. I didn't even get a brush into the paint before I already had a mess on my hands, literally.
It's harder to pour paint out of a can then you would think. Those spots of paint on the family room carpet? Well, we're planning to put in new floor or carpet in a year or two anyway.
That streak of white in my hair? Not premature aging or angst from painting, I just got a little too close to the freshly painted door frame.
It's a hot day, but my profuse sweating has nothing to do with the heat and humidity. Painting is stressful! The stuff drips and streaks and gets used up faster than a pitcher of sweet tea on a summer day.
However, I soldiered on, making a mess as I went realizing well into the job that I really should have taken down the door before I started. That's about when I gave myself permission to take a break. After all, the trim around the door has to dry before I can take off the door, right?
I want to confess that I lied, I hate painting trim.