On Friday, I began phase 1,272 of my basement re-do project, Painting.
Having purchased the best paint on the market (Benjamin Moore), I thought for sure I’d be putting my feet up and enjoying a yummy cocktail in no time. However, after 1 wall, 3 hours, and 5 coats of Mascarpone White later:
If you recall Collin’s Birthday party, where I encouraged the kids to write all over the walls because “I’m painting anyway” (and clearly crazy), then you know that I have no one to blame but myself.
No, of course not. It’s probably my fault.
A heavy-duty primer is now on my shopping list.
On Saturday, I took Ana to TWO back-to-back birthday parties. What’s that? Didn’t I take her to one last weekend? Why yes, yes I did. And don’t we have another one this weekend? Why yes, yes we do.
The first birthday was a 2 pm bowling party.
Then we headed to a 3:30 pm Dance Club birthday party, complete with pounding music, black lights, and an open bar. Just kidding about the open bar. Wish I wasn’t.
While eating my third slice of birthday cake this week, I did a little math:
25 classmates + birthdays= 25 birthday parties.
Homeschooling never looked so appealing.
On Sunday, I spent 6 hours painting the rest of the basement…almost. I sorta ran out of paint and patience.
Oh, and I’ve decided to continue my DIY wainscoting up the basement stairs because ending this project without a full mental breakdown is not an option. So you can look forward to that.
How was your weekend?
