What Was I Thinking?

After we finished renovating our kitchen - 4 days after Penelope was born, I declared a indefinite moratorium on renovations in our house.  After all, besides redoing the kitchen floor and the carpet on our stairs, there wasn't much left to be done.


Fast forward to this past weekend in Red Deer.  My cousin Jimmy and his wife Nancy has purchased a house there about a month ago.  It was painted this hideous ugly minty greeny grey color throughout the entire main floor.  They had painted most of it and wow does it look great.  However, Nancy had 3 paint swatches that she wanted to use in her main bath.  At first, I was like they are really boring but after looking at them, I realized I really liked the Roan color.


Greg said it would look really nice in Finley's bathroom.  She still has the ugly tile from our kitchen in that bathroom and I don't feel like changing that at this moment so really we had to choose from orange or brown or leave it the boring beige it was.  So yesterday, I taped off the bathroom and cleaned it out.  This morning, I went to Home Depot to purchase the paint.


The paint color was by Martha Stewart but I wanted them to color match it and give it to me in a BEHR paint since I enjoy that paint and it is like 10 bucks cheaper.  However, I was informed that they do not color match Martha paints - it's only for Martha paint.  I was annoyed.  I called Greg to voice my complaint and he said that Martha probably insisted that they not color match to a cheaper paint in order for them to sell her paint.  


I had 3 options at this point:  Suck it up and purchase the MS paint, find a BEHR paint that was similar, or go to Rona/Totem to have them color match it.  Had Rona/Totem been closer, I might have gone that route but the thought of putting the kids back in the car, driving to Rona, unloading the kids, seeing if they would color match was more work then it was worth.  The guy tried to find me a color close in the BEHR family, but the closest one lacked the red in it so it wasn't very vibrant.  So in the end, I sucked it up and purchased the very expensive MS paint.


Once the kids went down for their afternoon nap, I decided to do the first coat of paint.  I was half done when I had wished I hadn't started painting because I really didn't want to finish.  It was too late to turn back now and Greg really wouldn't have been happy with me.  I was just about finished the first coat when something terrible happened:


I had our painting chair in the bathtub so I could paint around the tile.  I don't remember exactly what I was doing but in super fast motion, I flew off the chair onto the floor.  The chair went flying back in the tub, there was paint everywhere and I couldn't move.  I couldn't believe this happened to me.  Again.  Yes Again.  This happened to me in our condo with beige carpet, beige couch and bright green paint.  It was not good and Greg was NOT happy with me. 


There was paint all over the floor, somehow it managed to avoid the bathtub and the shower curtain I didn't feel like removing (this will also make Greg unhappy with me), splotches of paint on the freshly painted wall and paint on the bottom of the baseboard not covered with painters tape.  Despite my pain, I had to quickly clean the paint off of the baseboards and the floor and thankfully, it all came off. 


There is now a black mark on our tub that was created by the force that the chair hit it.  I have not attempted to get that off. 


I am still in so much pain from the fall.  My entire right side is sore.  Ridiculously sore.  When I bend my knee, you can see a huge lump from where it hit the floor.  My ribs are bruised and sore, my wrist hurts when I move it and my shoulder is really sore plus my head hurts.  


When I called Greg at work and told him what had happened, he said to me now you know why I didn't want you painting up high in the kitchen when you were pregnant.  I was actually thinking that myself.  He then told me to take some Advil and a couple of T3's so I could rest and be pain free while the kids slept and then he emailed me the following:


"And next time remember to do a proper hazard assessment before beginning your next project"  followed by a smily face emoticon.  I HATE emoticons.


This time I don't think there will be a next time!  


I will post photos when I finish - with Greg's help of course!