Reece has been away at work for a week now and I can tell you all, the majority of my cooking has been using the microwave to heat my food from the freezer.
This in itself has been a mission, I have been trying to paint the kitchen in the past week and I have relocating the microwave from one inconvenient location to another. It is currently sitting on the dining table plugged via an extension cord. I have been incredibly lucky to go on a few ‘trips’.
My mission was to ‘Paint the Kitchen’ by the end of the weekend. I thought, hey a week should do it. I will do the prep in my evenings after work, leaving the painting part for the weekend. I can now confirm that this was obviously an ambitious plan and that when it comes to painting, this work is not appropriate for the soft evening light.
I started to think of this job like playing World of Warcraft and I had my Quest list and I just had a whole lot of yellow question marks. There were a lot of them in Red.
I think those plastic things people put into the wall for screws are evil. Here I am standing on the bench after taking down the curtains, I put the screw back into the plastic thing for leverage and was using pliers and brute force to try and get them out. This is sweat inducing, muscle groaning work and if you aren’t careful, the potential to give yourself a black eye is high when they finally come away from the wall and you are using that much muscle… I was seriously thinking of taking a hammer drill to the whole wall and making a giant hole. The other option was, wondering if people would notice if I left them there and I just putty over them…
This kinda took me two days and I still didn’t manage to take down the paper towel thing and the curtain cord hooks that aren’t in the wall but close enough to be annoying. I was starting to ‘chew’ the screws so I have left them there (thanks Reece, you know that this is now on your list for your break J).
After my gym workout with the screws, the next quest was to putty these gaping craters. These ones weren’t so bad as it was obvious where I had performed the extraction. The problem was where the previous occupants had not really done the prep work for their last paint job. This meant I could see where there needed to be more sanding and putty application from certain directions in the evening light. I was like an artist trying to study my work from all angles. I can tell you the next morning I had still missed lots.
By this time it was Sunday, the day that I had hoped I would finish this job. I got up and thought hey a couple of hours and it would be done. This was a serious miscalculation on my behalf. I stood on the bench to do this job, but of course this meant I was a bit too tall for the wall and had to hold my head at an uncomfortable angle for the duration. The kitchen was fiddly. The two windows that meet at the corner produced some tantrum induced throwing of the paint brush. The paper towel holder that I was unable to remove ended up paint coated and me seriously wanting to take my hammer and smash it into a million different pieces (the reason I didn’t was because I am also the cleaner). Then there are the two doorways (the laundry and pantry) to paint around and the oven with cupboards. All this meant that the first coat took me 3 hours, a lot of frustration and a crink in my neck and back. There was no way I was going to do the second coat on the same day. This meant that there was then another 40min of cleaning up the paint supplies. The only thing saving my sanity at this time was a pretty black and ‘white’ puddy tat.
I now knew that I wasn’t achieving my ‘finish the Kitchen’ by the end of the weekend. The worst part was when ‘Watching Paint Dry’ I saw that I needed to do more puttying in an area where there was obviously something hanging on the wall. All I could see were two vertical grooves. I thought about trying to ignore it but nope that was impossible.
I spent my Sunday night still playing putty and whole lot of frustration of not having this job finished.
Then it was Monday… I told myself all day at work that if I get my arse into gear and get this over with I could have it done Monday Night and then I can tidy up, still leaving my next weekend to relax.
After negotiating the streets in the pouring rain to catch the bus, I made it home with squelching shoes and my pants sticking to my legs from the knees down, but this would not deter me. I am on a mission to get this done.
Magnet welcomes me home thinking I will pay him some much needed attention and provide a lap and an arm to attack. He was sadly let down. I changed into my much drier paint splattered clothes and eat a bowl of cereal for dinner because breakfast is my favourite meal of the day.
I pour the paint into the tray and then…. ‘Oh shit’ is probably my best description of my next dreaded moment. There was no way that the paint left in the tin is going to stretch to finish this job.
I have already dirtied half of the paint things and I know that it will take me 40min to clean it all up again so I just sucked it up and decided to see how far it would take me. It didn’t take me far at all. One wall. I chose the wall that I had to more puttying on as I thought that wall would probably need a third coat anyway (trying to go for a silver lining here).
Now here we are, Tuesday. I wasn’t going to drive the car to work this morning but the paint store opens at 6:30am and closes by 5pm so I knew that I would have to pick it up on the way to work and I am busy Wednesday and Thursday night, so tonight is the last night have to ‘finish painting the kitchen’ in the hope that I can relax on Friday when I am meant to be meeting up with my friend for breakfast and having a relaxing day.
I don’t want to even think about what might happen tonight…