Well, once again, my post for this challenge is late. We have an open house coming up on Sunday and I spent yesterday painting our bedroom in preparation for it. Two coats of bright white on the ceiling, one coat of some sort of beigey color on the walls. I’ve never used Ralph Lauren paint before, but man, that stuff goes on nice.
I somehow managed ti sand, spot prime, and paint the whole room – including the radiator – in just over nine hours, making going back to work today feel like a vacation. Tadpole and Bubbles got out of school early yesterday and they were huge helps once they got home. Miss Tadpole even begged me to let her paint. I couldn’t argue with that, so I set her to work. 🙂
Once I’d finished painting, I got cleaned up and we went out for supper. When we got home, the plan was to put the bedroom back together and relax (I received a package of custard creams and Tetley tea from a friend in the mail yesterday, so I had every intention of indulging myself). But alas, the best-laid plans of mice and men are often laid to waste…
Bubbles was helping us clean up, and I’d asked him to take the paint pans, brushes, and roller down to the basement and clean them out while I helped Seymour move furniture. Before supper, I’d slid the paint pans into plastic sacks so the paint wouldn’t dry out as fast. One of the pans had more paint in it than the other, and he must have carried the emptier of the two down first and gotten lucky, because all of a sudden I heard, “Mommy, this sack has a hole in it…”
I turned around to see a white line snaking across my hardwood floor, ending in a rapidly-expanding puddle at Bubbles’ bare feet. He was holding the sack by the handles as if it contained groceries, so all the paint had run out of the pan. By the time we got the paint cleaned up and the room put back together, it was 11:00 p.m.
But as Bubbles and I cleaned up his mess together, I got to thinking about other painting misadventures, like the time I helped Seymour paint the trim. Remodeling in all its forms is a family venture at our house – Seymour and his parents did most of the remodeling work on his last house by themselves, and we’ve done a ton of work in our current house on our own. The trim we painted, though, was on the last house, and was that ever an experience.
It was my first time doing house painting of any kind, so there was much instruction. We started with the windows in Seymour’s bedroom. The porch roof was just outside said windows, so we climbed up to the roof and got into position as I reminisced about the last time I’d been out on that roof (the house had formerly belonged to my best friend). We had the paint in an ice cream bucket, and I, in the most honorable roll of Rag Girl, had a wet rag for cleaning up splatters and errant brushstrokes.
All went well, at first. Seymour got the first window painted and some of the soffit, too. But as he was working on the second window, the bucket slipped from his hand, landing on his foot and splashing everyone and everything within range. Our lovely dark green house was now streaked with white, my paint shirt and shorts were now soaked, and what remained of the paint was now rushing for the gutter with stunning speed.
At that point, frustration set in and, once we’d cleaned up the mess, we gave up on painting for the day. I don’t think we ever did finish painting the trim, but I think Bubbles felt a little better about his own spill after I told him that story. He was pretty upset, but we tried to laugh it off – after all, everyone makes mistakes, and it’s how you handle them and what you learn from them that’s important.
Bubbles learned not to carry a paint pan in a plastic sack by the sack handles. 🙂
And it’s like Seymour told him: Sometimes in life, you’ll encounter situations in which you have two choices, and you must choose between laughing and crying. Nine times out of ten, crying doesn’t do you any good. Choose to laugh, and you’ll usually feel better.
I’ve got loads of remodeling stories, thanks to Seymour’s penchant for doing things himself. What about you? What remodeling stories do you have?
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