What day am I on again?
Today I finally started to prime the walls in the powder room. I was gung-ho come 9am. I threw Matthew in front of the XBox (I know, bad mommy), got my supplies out, took my last sip of coffee, and off I went.
I forgot what a joy it is to paint.
*Laying the tarp down but having no luck with it staying in place.
*Trying to find the tool to open the can with.
*Realizing I forgot to grab a stir stick at the store.
*Not having a step ladder.
*Priming over an area I didn't sand down properly.
*Being unable to disconnect the light fixture and getting paint on it.
*Nearly breaking my back almost falling off the folding chair.
I'm really looking forward to putting on the second coat of primer tomorrow. It is really a gift to paint, being lost in my own thoughts.