I thought that painting the bedroom would FUN! We'd take a day or two, do it ourselves and make the room OURS! instead of HIS!
I was wrong.
The house is old. The bedroom hadn't been painted in 10 years. Paint was chipping, plaster was cracking.
"It's a big job," Boyfriend warned.
"It'll be fun!" I replied.
I am a fool.
Or maybe he is the fool, because seriously why would he listen to me on home repairs?!
When we started to clear the paint from around the cracks to fix them, the paint came off in strips. We quickly realized that we were going to have to scrape the entire room - including the ceiling. So that took a couple of days, because stripping an entire room ain't easy, and is mainly annoying.
This was when we had just begun the stripping. I was joined by Riley, my hard-driving supervisor.
When the stripping was done, it was time to skim coat over the cracks. And then sand over the skim coat. But because we had not stripped things completely evenly, we had to skim coat ALL walls and the ceiling in the hope of getting things even. But things still weren't quite even. So we skim coated some more. Then sanded some more. And then bickered about how tired we both were of skim coating and sanding, and who was more tired of it (a tie). Then skim coated, then sanded, then skim, then...
I have suggested stopping where and living in a room of skim coating. Boyfriend has not given in. Yet.