girlfiend

We finished painting one of the rooms upstairs- the former storage room- and set it up. It’s the room without a radiator so it will be the new guest room since we have overnight guests so rarely they don’t need a heated room in the winter. Promptly after setting it up we filled it with crap from the other room. It looked really nice for about five minutes. Now it’s crammed with baby gear, lamps, and assorted boxes of shit we’re half-assedly trying to sell on craigslist. (Speaking of craigslist, anyone want to buy anything?)

We started painting the second room up there- the former guest room that will be the Fiendling’s new bedroom. It’s bigger than the room we painted first and I haven’t had uninterrupted time to work on it. I was able to get all of the primer edging that I needed a ladder for done yesterday, but I still have to prime the fronts and backs of three doors and the moulding before I can start rolling. My dad is coming over tomorrow for a couple of hours which should help, but I don’t think I’ll have enough done so I can prime the walls.

Once I do prime the walls there are at least two coats of paint (the Fiendling alternately requests “geen” and “ahnge.” I think I’m going to have to make the executive decision.) followed by two or three coats of trim paint on the doors or moulding. The trim and moulding was painted a hideous shade of colonial blue so it requires a great deal of effort. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.

We haven’t made quite enough progress for me to feel confident that we’ll be able to move him up there with plenty of time (at least a few weeks) to adjust before the baby is born. (Mrs. T., you are making things worse with your reminders that I could go early. No, I cannot. This baby will be born in mid to late May, no sooner, thank you very much.) Doodlebug took the Fiendling off of my hands a few times last week so I could get some painting done during the day which was awesome, but that was the guest room. Now Boyfiend’s attention has turned to his boat, which he hopes to get into the water this weekend. A weekend that will not be spent painting. He’s still working on the room a little bit, but I hate that we’re losing another entire fucking weekend.

It sucks that I can only really paint during nap time which means between setup and cleanup I’m only getting an hour of painting in a day. By the time the Fiendling’s in bed I’m just too tired and don’t want to risk waking him by moving around too much up there. And I’m starting to swell for real now. My hands and feet hurt from the swelling and even my size larger pregnancy sneakers hurt after a while. Right now I should be up there painting. I’ve rested long enough. Okay. I’m off.