I hate to admit it, but I work best toward deadlines. Not to say I generally meet deadlines, just that if I don’t have one, whatever-it-is doesn’t tend to get done for.. well, years.
Don’t get me wrong – I start making preparations early enough – back in college I would check out books for my term paper about two weeks into the quarter. I just wouldn’t actually DO anything with them until much, much closer to the deadline for the first draft!
Why am I writing this, you may ask? Because it has happened again. My goal was to get the bedroom downstairs (currently a very dark pink) painted a pleasant off-white by the time tax season was over. Well, actually I thought maybe I’d just do it in January, then it’d be done, the boys could move downstairs and there’d be plenty of time to transition Monica into the boys current room. Easy, peasy. So I bought the paint and primer in January and moved the futniture away from the walls sometime around then. I was all ready to paint!
But there it was the end of March and I hadn’t so much as cracked the lid of the primer.
And last week I remembered that my parents are coming next weekend and the bed that my sister is supposed to sleep in, not only doesn’t have clean sheets with a vase of fresh flowers nearby (ha-ha), but is in fact scrunched in the middle of the room with a bunch of stuff temporarioy stored ON TOP of it.
Well, I wish this was one of those, “So I got my rear in gear and painted the room in a day and a half and here’s the picture” sort of story. But, sad to say, though I have now opened the paint, I haven’t done more than one full wall with the primer and am 3/4 of the way through doing the brushwork around the rest of the room – with the first coat of primer! (As in, I still have to actually PAINT it)
I have high hopes of finishing it this week – otherwise I don’t know what I’m going to do. But with three little kids, and being 7 months pregnant, I can’t exactly just “clear my schedule” and paint for a day, so we’ll see. I’ll let you know when I finish. And hopefully there’ll be a picture!
I decided to redo the front yard last summer…shortly before Esther was born. I discovered that being eight months pregnant definitely effects energy levels. I couldn’t just work the whole morning. Instead I found myself frequently sitting down, out of breath, surveying the amount of work left to be done. And yes, it still isn’t completely finished.s
Bring your kids over to play with mine. Viola, day to paint. Unless of course you'd just rather not paint and are happy to have an excuse not to, in that case delete this comment and we'll pretend it never happened.
Hmm.. sounds like a great idea! We'll talk tomorrow!