I want to Paint

It takes me a year or longer to gear up to ANY kind of home improvement project. The problem is 2-fold. First, I am either lazy, scared or unsure. And second, Tim is usually against it. Tim's resistance is just what I need to push me off the cliff of "I'll do it later." It is hard to defend something you're not that sure about in the first place.

But I really want to paint. Last time I wanted to paint, the project involved our 1/2 finished basement. I wanted to paint Quinn's soon-to-be new bedroom. Tim didn't want me to. He said the walls were not ready, and we should wait until we had enough money to do everything right. I was pretty ticked about this because I did not want to put our 2 year old all the way downstairs into a room with just dry wall and Spackle between her and depression.

Eventually I traded the painted walls for McKenna's name. (Remember that? It was beautiful.) Turns out Tim cared -- in that moment -- as strongly about unpainted walls as I did about the name McKenna. It was a win, win. But then it turned into a win, lose ... for him, because I painted the walls in Quinn's room anyway. He, he.

So, now I want to paint the wall that connects our closet to our master bathroom blue. I want to get new brown towels, and have a master bath paradise. Tim is anti. His quote that does not make sense is, "I just don't want our house to be any darker. I like it light." FYI: it is a light blue.

I also want to paint a new piece of furniture we got at a garage sale bright pink and put it in Quinn's closet. He wants it white, of course.

I'd also like to paint all the molding and doors in my house -- I think he'd go for this one because it is mostly about me on my hands and knees working my butt off, and everything stays white.

So, now I just have to find out what he really wants this time around. Let's negotiate. Maybe he wants a cruise. No, that's me. Maybe he wants to go back to school. No, that's me. Maybe he wants to eat only grains and things that taste like dirt. Crap, that is me again. Exercise more? Move to Chile? Have more babies? Crap! All me.

Perhaps this would work: If you let me paint the bathroom, I will make one meal a week that does not have dirt in it.

Eureka!

Let's Paint.