It’s two days later. Standing up or crouching down still feels like torture. You never know how often in a day you do just that until your muscles are in trauma. Add a toddler to that? I am always crouching down for one reason or another.
Still, completely worth it. Our house formerly the domain of fake wood grain is slowly being transformed into something else entirely. How I hate that fake wood. I hated looking at it in the morning when I woke up, when I had breakfast, while I was working and while I was relaxing in the evening. It taunted me with its late 70s / early 80s grossness.
I am not the tidiest of painters. We are having the floors done as soon as the painting is finished so I didn’t worry to much about my trail of destruction.
And the front door. Previously a non descript brown hunk is now pretty in antique white.
5 doors. 5 door frames. 4 coats of paint each. All jammed into 11 hours of time while the toddler was at the agricultural fair with her Aunt.
The gypsy in me is pleased that I will soon be able to live in a new house without actually having to do the moving part.
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