Second Wind
OK, I've had a couple of days to pout and get rid of my frustration. I feel better now.
I ended up giving Amelia the checkers--without the board--as her "homemade" Christmas present. I promised to make her a board this week. That's something I haven't begun yet, but hopefully by week's end . . .
Today I spent prepping her old room--which she now wants to be her new room--for painting. I don't mind painting that much, but I hate the preparation. I spent all morning getting furniture out (with hubby's help), taking down curtains, filling nail holes, sanding, dusting, vacuuming, wiping, taping, etc. I was exhausted before I ever picked up a paint brush! But by 6 p.m., I had been able to apply one coat of primer to the room. You'd think I could've done more, but when my fingers have to be pried from the roller handle, I know it's time to stop. Besides, I ran out of primer.
The room used to have very dark pink walls, with a handpainted yellow and pink border at the top. It killed me to paint over that border, since I remember every hand and neck cramp I got when I painted it several years ago. I had designed it to match the bedding and was very proud of it. Of course, that was back when the room belonged to my older daughter, at least two room changes ago.
What is it with kids who like to switch rooms all the time? Since my sister and I shared a room as children, we never got to do that. But we did like to move our furniture around a lot. It made us feel like we had a new room.
This is probably a good move for my daughter, though. Her current room has a walk-in closet, which has become a "throw-in trash can" for her. The room I'm painting--which is her old room (confused yet?)--has a double closet that will make it harder for her to trash it. I just wish I didn't have to spent two days of my vacation painting the room to make that possible!
I ended up giving Amelia the checkers--without the board--as her "homemade" Christmas present. I promised to make her a board this week. That's something I haven't begun yet, but hopefully by week's end . . .
Today I spent prepping her old room--which she now wants to be her new room--for painting. I don't mind painting that much, but I hate the preparation. I spent all morning getting furniture out (with hubby's help), taking down curtains, filling nail holes, sanding, dusting, vacuuming, wiping, taping, etc. I was exhausted before I ever picked up a paint brush! But by 6 p.m., I had been able to apply one coat of primer to the room. You'd think I could've done more, but when my fingers have to be pried from the roller handle, I know it's time to stop. Besides, I ran out of primer.
The room used to have very dark pink walls, with a handpainted yellow and pink border at the top. It killed me to paint over that border, since I remember every hand and neck cramp I got when I painted it several years ago. I had designed it to match the bedding and was very proud of it. Of course, that was back when the room belonged to my older daughter, at least two room changes ago.
What is it with kids who like to switch rooms all the time? Since my sister and I shared a room as children, we never got to do that. But we did like to move our furniture around a lot. It made us feel like we had a new room.
This is probably a good move for my daughter, though. Her current room has a walk-in closet, which has become a "throw-in trash can" for her. The room I'm painting--which is her old room (confused yet?)--has a double closet that will make it harder for her to trash it. I just wish I didn't have to spent two days of my vacation painting the room to make that possible!
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