I bit off more than I can chew. I decided to paint our living room. Home renovations always seem like a great idea when you’re in the hardware store. That’s because the couple on the cardboard cut out isn’t arguing. You won’t see an advertisement of a man sweating profusely and cursing as he attempts to hang a light fixture. There isn’t a woman on the paint can stomping her feet when drops splatter on the floor. There should be a warning label on all paint products.
WARNING: This product is known to the State of California to cause stress and anxiety.
I wanted to brighten up our “living room.” We call it a living room. Some people refer to it as a “family room.” There is a TV, comfortable furniture and it is just steps away from the refrigerator. What’s the point of a room with furniture and no TV? What are you supposed to do in there?
The walls were painted a sage green in 2007. It was time for a change. My daughter had a very difficult time with this project. I am apparently a clown and supposed to entertain her at all times. I encourage her to play alone, but she knows how to lay it on thick. “But, I just want to spend time with you Mommy.” Well, this time I had to say no. While I was busy she found “the box.” I was afraid this day would come. What’s in the box?
The box contained toys I planned to sell at a garage sale. Garage sales are one big party. What could possibly be more fun than sitting in the hot sun and negotiating with an elderly woman who doesn’t want to pay 25 cents for an item? My daughter was overcome with joy. She hasn’t played with this stuff in years, but it was as if she found a long lost treasure, “I have been looking all over for this!” That was a big, fat lie. “You liar,” I screamed. I’m kidding. I just wanted to see if you are paying attention. My plan was foiled. I will not collect fifty cents for an oversized plastic My Little Pony. Plus, now I have to paint the ceiling. I was distracted by her squeal and made a mess. You won’t see that in the Home Depot commercial.