When we first bought the house, before we moved in, I washed down all the walls and painted them, sanded down the hardwoods and refinished them, switched out most of the light plates, scrubbed down the fireplace wall, and then ran out of steam. The list of "stuff to do to the house" was miles long, but over the last ten years I've only inched down it.
Don't get me wrong - we've done a lot of stuff to the house. But it's been on the house's terms. New roof, new pipes, new A/C, replacing windows. So a few weeks ago I made a new list of stuff I wanted to do, and I've been doing it. I'm actually getting to the end of the list, which is a good thing because I'm also getting to the end of my rope. And budget.
Yesterday, I Kilz'd the front bathroom ceiling. Twice. I dug through the shed until I found the wall paint (this is why you never throw stuff away, kids!) and a small brush and touched up all the places that I didn't get the first time I painted it, when I was pregnant with The Boy and my reach did not always extend past my belly.
I cleaned out the corner of the section of the garage we euphemistically refer to as the laundry room, painted the drywall, and set up shelves to hold the crates of stuff we buy at Sam's that end up sitting around the living room floor until we use them up enough to squeeze the last three cans into the pantry.
I made two trips to two different stores to get paint for the new bathroom vanity, which apparently doesn't come in enamel, and ended up color matching it, and got a color that doesn't match, but that's a rant for a different day, because I ended up liking the new unmatched paint better than the original paint, so now am faced with the nagging feeling I ought to re-paint the new bathroom, but that's not the point because the point is I got paint, and painted some stuff.
I also did three loads of laundry, wandered into an estate sale and picked up an awesome vintage wood inlay folding card table for twenty bucks, and made dinner.
And then noticed that I wasn't feeling well. In fact, I was feeling pretty awful. So awful that I couldn't swallow, and it hurt to move, but it hurt not to move, and I had a blinding headache, so I went to bed at 8:30 and slept for thirteen hours. And then Husband got called into work. And I'm still sick, but today I have to finish painting the vanity, and finish painting the front bathroom ceiling, and do a ton of housework because I have people coming over for dinner Tuesday night.
Yes, I'm a big ol' whiner baby.