So Monday we started sanding. I began to cry and gave up fifteen minutes into the project. I have no problem with manual labor but this was just awful. It was so much work for so little outcome. So much dust and soreness just to have normal fucking walls that everyone else takes for granted. I had no desire to go on. If it hadn't been for Jay being so willing to do the sanding on his own, we would have just moved all the furniture back in place and continued living with the sharp walls of death.
Jay sanded the walls for two straight days and yesterday we began the painting process. The main color is finished and now we just have to do the trim. I had hoped we'd get to that today but it's rainy and humid and I just don't think painting is possible, not if we want it to dry anytime soon. I'll post pictures when it's complete.
This project is one that Jay and I agreed we could use the credit cards for. I've been so good about not using credit that I felt a little sad using my Home Depot card, but this was something that needed to get done. Not only did the walls look awful, but all the dust and pet hair that collected on them was not good for my allergies. In the end though, Jay and I stuck to a plan and used the credit judiciously. We didn't get the ceiling fan we want because, although it would look nice in our newly painted room, it's not necessary right now. It can wait. We haven't even purchased all the baseboards yet because I'm not sure if I really want to charge another $50 or if we should just wait. How long can I live without baseboards? Hmmm....I'll let you know when I find out. And I sure as hell didn't fall prey to the snacks at the checkout counter. I charged no Skittles for the girl or beef jerky for the man. It wasn't necessary.
In other news:
*I'm halfway through Breaking Dawn, the fourth book in the Twilight series. Um, you could say I have some opinions about it. But, I'll save that until I've finished the book.
*My household has been fighting a head cold/sore throat thing for about three weeks now. My mom and Jay are the only ones who didn't get it too bad and I think at this point they are about to go halfsies on a hotel room to get away from all the moaning, groaning, and coughing.
*Last weekend we took the boy to see Paul Blart: Mall Cop. Was it the best movie I've ever watched? Of course not. But the boy liked it and as far as family friendly movies go, this one wasn't that bad. The bad guys in the movie were amazing gymnasts and Jay said it reminded him of parkour. I hope I'm not the only one that had never heard the term. Apparently, it involves a lot of running, jumping off buildings, and back flips. The boy and I have been mesmerized by it.