Taken on a project that's been hanging over me for at least two years.
I am so grateful now that it's not something I took on when the boys were babies.
If I had one of two things would have happened. I would be as far along today as I am today, having given up entirely, or I would have moved. Neither appealing solutions. As it is, it's a project I've put off until three weeks ago, and thinking it would take me all of a weekend, it's taken all three weeks and running.
I've taken on painting the kitchen.
Sounds simple enough right?
I knew it had to be done. The paint was peeling off the cupboards in sheets. Every can put into the pantry would reemerge with paint clinging to the rims. There were a couple of spots on the walls where bits of paint were chipping, but it seemed as though peeling the cupboard doors and pantry then priming and painting would make for a happy kitchen. It was when I poked at those couple of chips on the wall that I knew I was in trouble.
The entire kitchen, walls, pantry, cupboards, moulding, EVERYTHING, had been painted –Glossy paint on glossy paint – without primer.
So I have spent the last three weeks with a paint knife in hand, the contents of my kitchen in the living room, sending the boys out with Brad when I can, and otherwise neglecting them entirely, on a peeling sanding marathon, with Thanksgiving as my deadline. I think I MAY slide in by the skin of my teeth.
Until then, you probably won't hear hey or ney from me, but know that I am thinking of you and missing you – just a little pre-occupied and dusty.
I promise pictures of the finished product – assuming I ever get there!