In true Rebecca fashion I decided to paint two entire rooms in my house in 3 nights!! Fortunately Andy came to the rescue and painted all the woodwork in the dining room because I never would have been able to get as far as I did if he wouldn’t have helped me out. My friend Sara is coming over for dinner tonight and I wanted to have both the kitchen and the dining room finished before her visit. What was I thinking?!?!
I decided to call in sick yesterday (I was sick of going to work instead of painting my house) so I could stay home and work on the kitchen. I had already spent about 5 hours priming the white walls with gray primer, so all I had to do was cut in and then roll on the red paint. ALL I had to do?!?! I completely underestimated the task! Red paint is so tricky…I felt like I was painting my walls with lipstick! That stuff got everywhere and would just smudge when wiped off! YUCK! So I painstakingly cut in all around the oak cabinets and above the white tile backsplash and the hidous florescent light fixture and all down the stairs and around every lightswitch and outlet. That took about 6 hours!!! Then I rolled on about 1 1/4 coats of the red before I ran out of paint! It was probably a blessing in disguise since I had a sore neck, back, legs, arm, everything!! And I had only eaten some cereal and a handful of candy all day. (Eating spends time that could be used painting) Plus, I was hallucinating from having to concentrate so hard on getting all the red cutting in perfect. Needless to say, at 2:30 a.m. calling it quits was the best thing I could have done. I was up till 3am cleaning up the mess and getting things somewhat back in order for my friend’s visit tonight.
I crashed as soon as I got in bed. This morning when I woke up it felt like I had been run over by a giant, lead-carrying semi truck! It’s about 3:15pm and I’m just starting to feel normal, other than the narcoleptic symptoms that are setting in.
So basically, everything is back in it’s place and I still have to buy another gallon of paint and keep going!!! My worst nightmare is that the next gallon of paint won’t match perfectly and the nightmare will continue! Pray for me.