I know that normally when I post it's usually about the boarders that don't pay rent in my home. Today however, evil has another face. A familiar face. You guessed it, myself. And this shall be the day that forever goes down in history as......THE DAY THAT PINTEREST OWNED ME. I have seen the pictures of the fails. The recipes that tasted gross, the hacks that didn't hack it, or the tip that didn't really work. I top that. Yes. You see, I am somehow afflicted with a special kind of awesomeness to ruin my own day. This takes true talent. To have the ability to single handedly destroy your own plans for productivity; well it's a skill that one doesn't come across too often. Outside forces got nothing on me messing up myself. I'll now begin briefing you on my waste of a day. So I have been slowly working on things around the house that I wanted to upgrade when we first bought it. It's 11 years later.....Does it count that I took the blue tape down from the time we never painted 6 years ago? Anyhow, I had been working hard filling my time with all sorts of get me out of this house this year upgrades. Painting, redecorating, semi plumbing, electrical works, organizing, purging and cleaning. I 'm talking all types of get er done. (I think maybe subconsciously I was jealous of myself. I was just starting to get too good wasn't I self, you couldn't handle it?!) Things had been going well. A little progress was being made each day. I felt good about checking things off my list and all was right with the world.
I may or may not have mentioned a few times how clumsy I am. I don't understate either. Like so clumsy that people should be very nice to me. One phone call along with pictures of all the bruises I have and I could pin jail time on any one of you. Honestly it's that bad. Like so bad that the doctor always asks me if I am safe at home and such because I really couldn't tell you what wall I walked into, table I stubbed my toe on, or finger I scratched myself with. I may be a masochist? Besides the klutz factor; also note that in case you haven't realized by now the odds are never in my favor. Like EVER. No really I mean if something is supposed to go one way it won't even go the exact opposite. No, it finds a different much wronger direction to take. Like if I for some odd reason won the lottery, the funding source would file bankruptcy before I could cash in. Now that you get an idea of truly how jacked up my luck is, you can appreciate the unromantic comedy that occurred in my home today. I wake up, drink my coffee, sun is shining. I get kids to school, doctors appointment, and take dogs for a walk (yay me). I asses my schedule and begin planning which things on my list I can touch today before I have to leave to get the kids again. I start cleaning and fixing away. Phone call from kid #1. He's sick. Mind you he was also sick yesterday. Until I picked him up from school. MIRACLE HEALING took place I suppose because he was hopping around on that last nerve I had by the time we reached the house. Today is the last day of the quarter at school. There is still work to be done and turned in today. Answer is A. All of the above are reasons why I made him stay at school. I thought I was going to have to pick him up and waste the rest of my night at the walk in clinic. Nope thankfully (or tortuously I got to keep on keepin on) Whew that was a close one, now back to work. I check the clock and I am still good on time before the other child is out of school. I begin filing paperwork, organizing cabinets, and wiping things down. On a roll I begin thinking to myself about a project I had waited months on. In the summer I had spray painted the mailbox red and just loved it. I wanted to do the door but didn't get around to it. Once the cold weather hit I thought I should probably wait, it has to be warm to paint right? As I am washing windows I rethink the plan. Wait let's read that can again. Ahh it says that is if you are painting outside but I will be inside and the heat is on. I'm fine right? I go to the home decorators decision maker...Pinterest. Yeah this random lady says it's ok. So cool I think I'm in. I thought about using a can of paint like I had on the other door but brushing took way long. Oh look here she even says to use spray paint because it dries faster. I consider this. Do I even have spray paint that color still? How would I spray paint in the house without it getting everywhere? Luckily I surf the pin pole again and they say just tape it off good and put a drop cloth down. Score. I begin taping the window. I'm like so serious about it too. I am creasing and double layering and plastic bagging the crap out of it. Next I start putting old towels up behind the door in case some sneaks through the cracks because I don't want it on my walls right?
I may or may not have mentioned a few times how clumsy I am. I don't understate either. Like so clumsy that people should be very nice to me. One phone call along with pictures of all the bruises I have and I could pin jail time on any one of you. Honestly it's that bad. Like so bad that the doctor always asks me if I am safe at home and such because I really couldn't tell you what wall I walked into, table I stubbed my toe on, or finger I scratched myself with. I may be a masochist? Besides the klutz factor; also note that in case you haven't realized by now the odds are never in my favor. Like EVER. No really I mean if something is supposed to go one way it won't even go the exact opposite. No, it finds a different much wronger direction to take. Like if I for some odd reason won the lottery, the funding source would file bankruptcy before I could cash in. Now that you get an idea of truly how jacked up my luck is, you can appreciate the unromantic comedy that occurred in my home today. I wake up, drink my coffee, sun is shining. I get kids to school, doctors appointment, and take dogs for a walk (yay me). I asses my schedule and begin planning which things on my list I can touch today before I have to leave to get the kids again. I start cleaning and fixing away. Phone call from kid #1. He's sick. Mind you he was also sick yesterday. Until I picked him up from school. MIRACLE HEALING took place I suppose because he was hopping around on that last nerve I had by the time we reached the house. Today is the last day of the quarter at school. There is still work to be done and turned in today. Answer is A. All of the above are reasons why I made him stay at school. I thought I was going to have to pick him up and waste the rest of my night at the walk in clinic. Nope thankfully (or tortuously I got to keep on keepin on) Whew that was a close one, now back to work. I check the clock and I am still good on time before the other child is out of school. I begin filing paperwork, organizing cabinets, and wiping things down. On a roll I begin thinking to myself about a project I had waited months on. In the summer I had spray painted the mailbox red and just loved it. I wanted to do the door but didn't get around to it. Once the cold weather hit I thought I should probably wait, it has to be warm to paint right? As I am washing windows I rethink the plan. Wait let's read that can again. Ahh it says that is if you are painting outside but I will be inside and the heat is on. I'm fine right? I go to the home decorators decision maker...Pinterest. Yeah this random lady says it's ok. So cool I think I'm in. I thought about using a can of paint like I had on the other door but brushing took way long. Oh look here she even says to use spray paint because it dries faster. I consider this. Do I even have spray paint that color still? How would I spray paint in the house without it getting everywhere? Luckily I surf the pin pole again and they say just tape it off good and put a drop cloth down. Score. I begin taping the window. I'm like so serious about it too. I am creasing and double layering and plastic bagging the crap out of it. Next I start putting old towels up behind the door in case some sneaks through the cracks because I don't want it on my walls right?
