Oh my gosh, people. I hurt everywhere. I mean from my toes to my neck. The top of my head feels okay. It might be tender, but I can’t lift my arms up high enough to touch it to find out.
Seriously, 30 minute work outs for three weeks had nothing on today. Though I’m thankful I had that three weeks to prepare for today. No really. It was a marathon work out, starting with pushing super heavy boxes of books around the little room so I could get to all the walls.
Then it was wash the walls – up the step stool, down the step stool, wax on, wax off, move over, rinse, repeat.
After that, Frog Tape over all the baseboards and door and window casings. Up the step stool, down the step stool, fasten the tape, move over, rinse, repeat.
Finally it was time to get the edging done. Sit on the floor, paint above the baseboards, move over, rinse repeat. Paint up the casings as far as I can reach, move over, rinse, repeat. Lift the paint can over my head and place on the ladder, up the ladder, paint as far as I can, down the ladder, up the other side of the ladder, paint as far as I can, down the ladder, take the paint can down, move the ladder over, rinse, repeat. (I just Googled the weight of a gallon of paint and it’s a little over ten pounds. So yeah. I definitely got my strength training in today.)
And then another go around the entire room. The original color is what I would call a goldenrod and the new color is a light-ish gray so even though it has a primer in it, it definitely needs a second coat to keep the gold from coming through.
The lighting isn’t very good so the paint looks much more blue than gray, but I think it’s going to be just the thing when I get everything finished.
By the time I finished the second round I was thinking how I liked the idea of a shower, but wasn’t sure I could execute the actual process. Good thing for the other people in this house I managed. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be an early night for me.
My plan for tomorrow is to throw a coat of paint on the walls (should be easy-peasy compared to today, as long as I can still move), run to IKEA to pick up my desk and chair and maybe a few other accessories, come back to throw the second coat on and then maybe call it a day. Or maybe not because I thought of some other stuff I want to do in there.
I’m going to write a book called, “If You Give A Jen A Paint Brush”. It will start something like, If you give a Jen a paintbrush, she will want to redo the bookcase… I’m totally going to redo the cheap bookcase we bought at Wal-Mart 20 years ago. I’ll tell you more about that later.
I think Todd should just be happy that I didn’t “accidentally” rip up any carpet. Oh, how I miss having my friend, Rhonda, around. I could always throw her under the bus and say it was her fault. Now it’s all me. Obviously, I need a Rhonda up here.