Kiersten’s Blog

I spent the better part of my kid-less time painting.  But I wasn’t painting a mural.  I wasn’t painting a whole wall.  I was painting corners.  I was cutting in.  Sure, there were some walls that needed to be completely re-done, but most of them just needed a bunch of touch-ups.  I counted up the hours and I spent at least 12 hours with a paintbrush, painting corners.  That’s not even counting the 4 hours Taylor helped yesterday.  Let me tell you, I won’t be pulling out another paintbrush any time soon.  The problem with this job is, it’s not noticeable.  Sure, I notice it.  But that’s because I stared at all of the missed spots before.  Nobody’s going to come into our house and look around and say, “Wow!  It looks like you’ve been painting!”  It’s not that I want praise from others, it’s just that I feel like I put in so much work, that I wonder if it’s even worth it if it’s not noticeable.  I guess all of those spots won’t bug me (or Taylor) anymore and that probably makes it worth it.  So, no pictures of the finished product because you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference anyway.

The kids are home now.  I missed them, but I didn’t miss the screaming.  I’m sure they were perfect little angels for Taylor’s parents.  That seems to be the way things work out: they’re horrible for us, but great for everyone else.