Well, I’m very happy to say that my wife and I have almost completed our bathroom reno. A little more painting to do and we’ll have it wrapped up. Both my wife and I detest painting. Hats off to those who actually do it for a living. You’ve got more patience than this guy, I’ll tell you that right now.
Saturday morning we were up early and eager to tackle what was left to do in our bathroom. The trim was the first part of the painting job and in a short time I had the bathroom all taped and ready to paint. I took a few things outside to the deck to paint while my wife decided she wanted to do the trim. It wasn’t long before I was hearing some cussing and moaning coming through the open bathroom window while I was on the deck doing what I had to do. I chuckled to myself, but sounded serious when I asked my wife what the problem was. “I absolutely hate painting” was the reply I got. Hey, this painting thing wasn’t my idea, remember?
After I was done what I had to do outside I offered to finish up the trim job for her, which she eagerly accepted. So there I was, a tin with black paint and a brush in my hands in a small room. There was also a tray of black paint with a roller in it sitting on the floor. My first thought was, “I’ll definitely have to step gingerly around the bathroom.” Within a minute of saying that to myself I stepped down on to the floor and right on to the side of the paint tray, which tipped over, pouring black paint on our lightly colored tile.
It was my turn to shout expletives from the confines of our bathroom, and boy, did I ever. Fortunately the paint was mopped up and everything was fine. I carried on with the job my wife was supposed to complete.
We finally finished all that was to be finished that day and now we have just a little more painting to do. I don’t know who’ll take care of that. Right now, we’re both a little afraid of a paintbrush!