By now if you’ve kept up with my moving saga, you know of all the little things I’ve been learning and seeing, while sometimes in a state of SHOCK, other times, in a state of euphoria!
One of the latest episodes involved my 3 youngest kids painting their rooms. I don’t know when I became this anal, or OCD oriented if that’s the correct term, but I couldn’t say the words, – “WATCH THE PAINT” enough! “Don’t get paint on the ceiling!” “NO PAINT on the BLINDS!” “Be careful and not get the paint on the CARPET!” OMG, I couldn’t stand hearing it myself, let alone what my Kids must have been thinking??
So Finally! They’re done! I’m doing cartwheels inside my head, ‘high fiving’ imaginary friends, while saying to myself, “YES!” The bedroom furniture was due to arrive the next morning, perfect timing!
The next day, I get garbage bags and start going through all their rooms throwing away paint brushes, rollers, edgers, paint cans, etc. I looked out the window and saw the delivery truck coming down the road, quickly grabbed the garbage bags and took them downstairs to throw outside. I took one step out the front door, and the bag BROKE, which in turn let the can of BLUE PAINT slam to the ground, open- and spill ALL OVER the CEMENT! You can’t even imagine.
Here I am, barefoot, hair in my face, blue feet, screaming for my kids to “bring me paper towels!”… the DOGS come out??? BLUE PAWS??? The movers are watching all of this as I’m bending over trying to sop up the paint, and clean the dogs!
I said to the movers, “Just… HELP ME!” They DID! They also preceeded to get blue paint all over their hands, and of course I wouldn’t let them take my new furniture off the truck till they cleaned up? Are you Kidding?
All the while I’m thinking to myself, “I can’t believe I’M the one that wound up spilling the paint.
I went to Home Depot, and bought a BIG ‘WELCOME’ mat, and threw it over the paint.
This woman is DONE.