When we moved in, I painted over the worst parts, but the big playroom downstairs was more than I knew what do to with or had money to fix up. Well finally, we are ready to paint the walls and stain and seal the cement floor. But first - we have to paint the ceiling.
I picked up a gallon of paint last week, and decided today is the day. I'll get it done. I park the boys in front of "Nemo", get Tyler doing his schoolwork, and Daisy follows me downstairs and begins to sing me all the "Color Songs" she's been learning in kindergarten. She starts telling me that today is "White Day" and gets pretty excited when she realizes that I'm painting white paint on White Day. "Yay!", I say. "I love white too!" She walks out of the room and I'm painting away, looking straight up as I do since my pole is short and my ceilings are high.
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| Daisy Delicious Horsey Jessop - or at least that's what SHE says her name is! |
10 seconds after she walks out of the room my paint pole snaps and the roller falls straight on my face. And yes, my mouth was open. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry so I was doing a little of both as she walked back in the room a minute later and sees me trying to spit the paint out of my mouth.
"Mom?" she asks.
"Yes," I say.
"Did you dip your face in the paint?"
"Nope," I reply.
"Oh. Well you have white paint all over your face," she says.
"Yes dear. Thanks for letting me know."
Well, it is White Day. But I'm pretty sure I'd rather find another way to celebrate.
I'll post some pics of the basement when we're done :)
