Susan GrahamGreen Paint and Footprints
November 6th 2009 01:50
Okay--I made some stupid moves today.
Stupid move 1: I agreed to paint my daughter's room.
It was time, but still, I hate to paint.
Stupid move 2: I agreed to paint EACH wall a different color.
Yep, that's right. EACH WALL different. And because I had a lovely mural on the old wall (okay, it wasn't lovely, that's why I agreed to paint in the first place) I had to prime each wall--twice. So, I'm talking about two coats of primer, and two coats of paint for every wall to cover the primer. Four coats times four walls plus two primer coats = crazy (and for those that don't like math that also equals ten coats of paint for one room.)
Stupid move 3: Decide to paint my sons room as well.
Why not? I'm on a roll--(or should I say, roller.) I should probably mention his room had a lovely mural as well--I really did love this mural--but he hated it. So, anyway, this means two more coats of primer, and two coats of two different colors of paint. Different equation, same answer--it equals crazy. But, I'm now the proud owner of two gallons of primer and six gallons of paint, so I have no choice but to move forward.
Stupid move 4: Leave the paint tray upstairs, on the floor, full of paint while I get distracted with lunch.
Stupid move 5: I don't notice how quiet my three-year-old is.
Stupid move 6: I do notice a touch of green paint on his shirt and thinking, "Huh, he must have rubbed against one of the walls."
Shrug. Shrug. "No big deal."
But, wait---his feet. They look unusually green. From toe to heel. But the paint's dry, I think. And no little prints, so maybe I'm okay.
Stupid move 7: Going on a search for little green footprints.
Sometimes it's best to just hide in the closet and not look for trouble. But on my way to the closet, I see them--the trail--little green footprints--an army of them across my light tan carpet. Sigh. They're leading away from my daughter's room where the paint tray is, so I know there's more.
Does anyone remember the Family Circus comic strips with the little black dashes ALL over the page. The ones where the children take 1 million footsteps to travel a total distance of six feet. BINGO. It's Family Circus right in my house.
Stupid move 8: Doing it a second time
What can I say? I was busy hand scrubbing little green footprints out of my carpet.
Stupid move 1: I agreed to paint my daughter's room.
It was time, but still, I hate to paint.
Stupid move 2: I agreed to paint EACH wall a different color.
Yep, that's right. EACH WALL different. And because I had a lovely mural on the old wall (okay, it wasn't lovely, that's why I agreed to paint in the first place) I had to prime each wall--twice. So, I'm talking about two coats of primer, and two coats of paint for every wall to cover the primer. Four coats times four walls plus two primer coats = crazy (and for those that don't like math that also equals ten coats of paint for one room.)
Stupid move 3: Decide to paint my sons room as well.
Why not? I'm on a roll--(or should I say, roller.) I should probably mention his room had a lovely mural as well--I really did love this mural--but he hated it. So, anyway, this means two more coats of primer, and two coats of two different colors of paint. Different equation, same answer--it equals crazy. But, I'm now the proud owner of two gallons of primer and six gallons of paint, so I have no choice but to move forward.
Stupid move 4: Leave the paint tray upstairs, on the floor, full of paint while I get distracted with lunch.
Stupid move 5: I don't notice how quiet my three-year-old is.
Stupid move 6: I do notice a touch of green paint on his shirt and thinking, "Huh, he must have rubbed against one of the walls."
Shrug. Shrug. "No big deal."
But, wait---his feet. They look unusually green. From toe to heel. But the paint's dry, I think. And no little prints, so maybe I'm okay.
Little Feet
Stupid move 7: Going on a search for little green footprints.
Sometimes it's best to just hide in the closet and not look for trouble. But on my way to the closet, I see them--the trail--little green footprints--an army of them across my light tan carpet. Sigh. They're leading away from my daughter's room where the paint tray is, so I know there's more.
Does anyone remember the Family Circus comic strips with the little black dashes ALL over the page. The ones where the children take 1 million footsteps to travel a total distance of six feet. BINGO. It's Family Circus right in my house.
Stupid move 8: Doing it a second time
What can I say? I was busy hand scrubbing little green footprints out of my carpet.
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