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This day has been sucktastic. I shouldn't bitch because of course, there are people with real problems, etc etc, but I was sick, and had slept badly due to a sore throat and Evelyn sleeping in our room (or rather, us sleeping in hers, to be fair) and I had a scratched left eye that bothered me all day, AND THEN EVIE POKED IT with two fingers on accident, which so did not help, and a double hangnail on my right thumb and a pulled muscle in my left thigh and an occasionally grumpy child and ... you know. Just, stuff. Evie and I had a fight this evening because one of us had a meltdown over being told not to use a wooden paint roller handle on the freshly painted walls (yeah, guess which one of us THAT was) and mainly, I have just been waiting for bedtime all day. Of course, now that I could go to bed, I don't want to, but still. I shall endeavor to be in a better mood in any case.
M is working on removing tape from the pink room. It is really pink. It's not AS pink as the first color we chose. Since we had to do a second coat anyway (that's what we get for trusting the teenaged boy at Walmart) we went a little lighter the second time around. I should be helping him but I think I'd rather.. well, not. I did work in there quite a bit today, removing tape and scrubbing pink paint off places that should not be pink. I have spent approximately one year of my lifetime sitting on the hardwood bedroom floors in this house, scrubbing paint off and/or cleaning baseboards. It's not that we're terrible painters, it's that the people who lived here before were really terrible at anything DIY and all those splatters that they got on other things, they left. It's not like we're the next HGTV personalities or anything, but we're better than those people. Flying monkeys are better than those people. Yesterday, though, I admit that we were pretty sloppy painters, but we made a conscious decision to do it when Evelyn could help, and that affected our outcome somewhat.
It's getting difficult to post pictures of her because she no longer wears clothes. I usually put clothes on her, but then she takes them off to go swimming. She is obsessed with going swimming in pretend pools. Last summer, real pools freaked her out so I don't know what this fixation is about but kids are weird and I think that's about all I can say about that.
This is apparently an unpopular sentiment, but I have to say it: distressed furniture? So rarely does anything for me. No, I'm sorry, I am not buying it that your TV stand is really a 200-year-old salvaged piece. It looks like you bought a TV stand and then beat the hell out of it. OH WAIT. THAT'S WHAT YOU DID.
And, I am officially out of things to say. And I'm thirsty, so I might as well go do something about that.
M is working on removing tape from the pink room. It is really pink. It's not AS pink as the first color we chose. Since we had to do a second coat anyway (that's what we get for trusting the teenaged boy at Walmart) we went a little lighter the second time around. I should be helping him but I think I'd rather.. well, not. I did work in there quite a bit today, removing tape and scrubbing pink paint off places that should not be pink. I have spent approximately one year of my lifetime sitting on the hardwood bedroom floors in this house, scrubbing paint off and/or cleaning baseboards. It's not that we're terrible painters, it's that the people who lived here before were really terrible at anything DIY and all those splatters that they got on other things, they left. It's not like we're the next HGTV personalities or anything, but we're better than those people. Flying monkeys are better than those people. Yesterday, though, I admit that we were pretty sloppy painters, but we made a conscious decision to do it when Evelyn could help, and that affected our outcome somewhat.
It's getting difficult to post pictures of her because she no longer wears clothes. I usually put clothes on her, but then she takes them off to go swimming. She is obsessed with going swimming in pretend pools. Last summer, real pools freaked her out so I don't know what this fixation is about but kids are weird and I think that's about all I can say about that.
This is apparently an unpopular sentiment, but I have to say it: distressed furniture? So rarely does anything for me. No, I'm sorry, I am not buying it that your TV stand is really a 200-year-old salvaged piece. It looks like you bought a TV stand and then beat the hell out of it. OH WAIT. THAT'S WHAT YOU DID.
And, I am officially out of things to say. And I'm thirsty, so I might as well go do something about that.