The truck was Tetris-loaded and ready to be hauled away as soon as Ryan was off work. The children, dogs and I left earlier in the day to again prepare the house so that we could unpack all that was headed our way! And… let’s not forget the house was painted! Oh my, yeah!!!
The drive up was as uneventful as could be with three kids and two dogs in tow. Of course, we stopped for Miss Marcie Lu to have the necessary potty break and believe it or not, she is still the one reminding us of calm which seems impossible, but it’s true.
To say I was excited about having hired painters is saying it plainly. I was more than super stoked about having hired painters and seeing our new home space without the cobolt-blue ceiling! I’ve lived in many different homes over the years and isn’t it true, there is always more which could be done to help, let’s say, bring it along. We often waited for those changes then planned to do them ourselves but most times, our preferential issues we not addressed as life’s demands were elsewhere. I celebrate knowing I am free in knowing it’s not always worth it. In this case it was worth it and I was gitty because of it!
We opened the door and our first, quick, yet in the dark, glance it looked great! Then we turned on some lights. Within our first focused view of the paint job my heart, as well as Audrey’s (because she’s my painting side-kick) sank well below the floor. We were appalled at this hastily done and HIRED job. There was paint on all the floors, stair banisters, windows, doors, all the switch and electric plate covers (which were never removed), there were huge paint drips and brush hairs on the walls, areas which were not ‘cut,’ doors that wouldn’t close now because the paint was globbed on so poorly.
Goodness…really?
Tears filled my eyes. I didn’t want to care because it’s just paint but com’ on, it wasn’t the paint I was tearful over. It was the poorly spent and hard-earned funds paid (at this point in part) to a recommended, but now in my experience, shotty team of so-called painters and... I was so tired, so very tired.
Tired of thinking.
Tired of doing.
Tired of communicating.
Tired of moving.
But, this is my current reality so what shall I do…?
