Thursday, May 8, 2008
Before During and After
It's finished. Yesterday was incredible. First the colored primer, a hot coral, just to freak everybody out. While the primer was drying we tackled the cabinets. Washed them inside and out! I enlisted the help of two fussing teens. Finally got them to shut up by using some of Peach's "therapy," one additional hour of weeding in the sun! They quit gripping! Next I wiped out as in cleaned, the refrigerator. I did not take it all apart, masochistic I am not, except for the crisper's.
Right about 2 in the afternoon I am not feeling like lifting one more finger to do anything. I am officially exhausted. We have worked our hind ends off. At which my husband arrives ready to paint. There is a catch, I have to help. What's my preference, do I want to cut in or roll? Roll right out the door. First, I heated water. This calls for strong tea and forget the pearly whites. My teeth are translucent thin and don't take too well anyway. That's another story, I wore my teeth out with a Sonic toothbrush.
Back to the painting. Was it the primer that inspired my husband to put his hand to the plow? once I tried buying hot pink screwdrivers to see if they would stay in my toolbox. I thought my man would be to embarrassed to use pansy tools. Not. They are gone. Whatever his motive, he was ready to work. We started with me cutting in, and quickly switched. He started critiquing. I told him I was to tired I could hardly hang on to the stinkin brush much less paint straight and not get much paint on the tape! Isn't that what tape is for? So we switched and I rolled. Then we had some off white oil base to brush on, he did that. In a couple of hours we were finished, actually finished. We put the refrigerator back and cleaned up the paint mess.
Today, when I came home from work I finished the kitchen. Hung pictures, the curtain, cleaned up, and had the girls wipe out the microwave and mop. I then headed for the market. I haven't cooked dinner in about two weeks. The girls were bowing to me when I came home. "Thank God, your going to FEED us!" Poor starving children. There is food in the cute kitchen, it looks great. Later I plan to tile and change out counter tops etc,...all the pricey stuff. For now we are just ready to eat. Tomorrow is tacos.