15 November 2006

Chaos

With all my free time these days, I decided to go ahead and repaint my bedroom. When Miss Parker and I moved into this place, we were told we could paint as long as we returned it to the original white before we moved out. And seeing as how we are planning on moving when our lease is up in February, repainting now seemed like a good idea. The only difficulty is that when I orginally painted the room blue, I had a small, easily-moved twin bed. Now I have a wonderful, gargantuan, pillow-topped queen bed, which I love dearly and in which I enjoy spending far too much time. However, the sheer size of the bed is causing problems. I have to plan exactly what section of the room to paint and how long I have to wait for it to dry before I can shove the bed a different direction and paint another section. Which means that the repainting is going to take twice as long as the painting did. Plus, since the blue I painted is a strong color, I can't just slap white paint over it. I discovered yesterday when I started that I have to do two coats of primer AND two coats of paint to properly cover the wall. So instead of taking two days, it will take at least four. Therefore, most of the contents of my bedroom remain strewn around the living room. The chaos is driving me completely crazy.

I am tempted to just move the bed into the last remaining floor space of the living room, even though a) it would probably bug Miss Parker to no end, especially since the kitchen is also a disaster because I'm either painting or passed out from paint fumes and she is working long hours AND just started rehearsals for a local production of Aida; and b) the sheer act of moving it would probably kill me because I would slip on the plastic drop cloth on my floor causing the mattress to fall on me, pining me to the floor under the window that is opened to alleviate the paint fumes and Miss Parker would find me frozen to death late at night when she returns from rehearsal. Also, sleeping in the living room seems kind of creepy. So the chaos continues.

The worst of it is that amongst this chaos, I am still expected to function normally, to do the job search thing, to handle my financial affairs, to generally live life when I can't remember where I put anything I need to do any of the above. Because when I was packing up my room and moving it about, I found clever places to put everything I needed. Sadly, possibly from sleeping in a paint-fume bedroom, I forgot said cleverness and am now without all the paperwork I need to get through the day. And all of this has to be done and taken care of before I leave for Washington on Tuesday for the Thanksgiving holiday. I need a nap.

5 comments:

aquamarine said...

Death by mattress is never good! Good luck on your painting progress and pre-holiday work to get done. But come Tuesday I think you earned a moment to breath, fume free. ;)

Miss Parker said...

Ok, if I wasn't dreading repainting my wall before, I totally am now, because I just know that the seams between the color blocks are going to show through, and I'll have to prime the darkest ones like, multiple times before I can repaint, and, and...

I too need a nap.

cherbear said...

I too dread repainting, except I need to repaint a whole condo. Since most of the colors are dark, I'm going to have to prime, prime away. And I have a high ceiling to deal with which is why I still have colors on my walls that I really don't like so much. But no painting until after BabyBear shows up.

Scully said...

Mama Darlin'- I plan to celebrate my painting triumph by treating myself to People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive issue to read on the airplane home. George Clooney is the title holder this year. And I have to say, I concur.

Miss Parker - Love the new pic, although should we now be calling you Mrs. Peel? Also, maybe you should first take a paint brush and fill in the cracks w/ primer? I had to go buy more primer yesterday to finish, because I ran out. Such a pain!

CherBear - Maybe you should come visit us for a week and then Mr. CherBear and friends could paint the condo as a Christmas gift to you. Just a suggestion.

cherbear said...

They'd never get it right. And I'm such a control freak that I have to either be there to supervise, or do it myself. ;)