Yesterday, Ed and I painted the baby’s room. Before I continue with the story, let me give a little background information on me and painting…
I hate to paint. With a passion. However, I’m not going to pay someone else to paint when I can suck it up and do it myself. When we built our house, my dad and brothers came through and sprayed the ceilings and primer, and then I painted every room in the house. To be sure, I had help. Both of our families popped in and out to help me paint, but there were many, many times that I was here after work, on weekends or on school vacation… in a room by myself, painting. I can even remember having a good cry when we were getting close to moving in, since I couldn’t possibly stand painting any more, and it seemed it would never be done! I think this picture may have been taken around that time. Note the crazed “I CANNOT PAINT ANY MORE!” look.
The result was that we moved in before there were two coats on the rooms we weren’t planning to furnish right away, which included the hallway, the mud room, the bonus room over the garage, and the two spare bedrooms. One of those bedrooms is now going to be the baby’s room, so it was time to get the paint out again.
I figured that if we were painting anyway, we may as well change the color from boring Linen White to a pale sage green color which would go nicely with the barnyard theme we’ve chosen for the nursery.
I checked out the prices on paint, and we decided to go with Benjamin Moore’s Natura line, which is free of VOC’s (volatile organic compounds). This means that, lucky me, I could help! Because if I hated painting before, I’d certainly enjoy painting at 32 weeks pregnant.
Ed and I decided that I probably shouldn’t climb the ladder, so I said I’d cut in around the baseboard, which meant I would crawl around the floor. I should have realized how hard it would be for me to keep kneeling on the floor, then getting up and down, while holding a paint brush and a cup of paint. Fortunately, it’s a relatively small room (not the whole house) so I could manage. I then decided to roll on the walls, which was much easier, but I still woke up sore this morning.
Although I don’t want to admit it, I can’t do what I used to. That seems to have been the theme for this past week. With our moms helping get ready and clean up after the shower, not going in with the horses, and being so exhausted after painting, I’m starting to realize that life is different. My stubborn side is showing through when I don’t want to accept help from other people. Perhaps this is preparing me for when the baby comes and all my time will be devoted to him. Still, I hate the idea of having to ask for help, unless it involves painting.
The baby’s room came out nice, and I’ll post pictures when the furniture arrives and there’s more to look at than blank walls.