Mr. P wandered off for 3 days of motor sport Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I had decided this was the weekend to paint the guest room and so Thursday night Mr. P got all the supplies ready for me to start that job on Friday. I thought it was pretty brave of me to tackle painting without other adult help.
I spent some of Friday morning making a list of things I needed to pick up from the hardware store. Mr. P dropped the bombshell that I would have to patch paint a spot on the ceiling that he had repaired -oh I dunno - in August last year but he assured me that he would paint the ceiling when he got home that night so I could continue painting the second and third coats on the walls Saturday. Mildly unhappy about having to touch the ceiling, I dropped Mr. P to the bus station and then made several stops on the way home including the JB's ( a girl has to have rocking music to paint) and the hardware store to get ceiling paint because I'd also been informed we didn't have any.
I finally made it back home at 12.30. Mother of Pyjamas called- and I spent 45 minutes talking to her. Then I ate lunch. Then I realised I had a hairdresser appointment at 3.00pm so it wasn't worth getting my painting clothes on for an hour and then having to stop to go get made pretty. I'm sure you know where this story is headed. That's right- no painting got done on Friday. And when Mr. P arrived home from his day at the race he also conveniently forgot all about the ceiling so not only did I have patch painting to do I also now had a ceiling to paint as well.
Saturday I did everything I could to avoid starting the painting. I washed clothes, and tidied my house and watered my plants and eventually there was nothing left on the list except the painting. So I ate breakfast and then went and stirred the paint ( I hate paint stirring and it took me 15 minutes just to open the can since I didn't have one of those cool paint can openers) and then I cut myself a paint holder from an old milk container so I didn't have to keep getting up and down off the ladder while I patch painted the ceiling. I stomped off to the guest room to slap some paint on the ceiling and discovered to my horror as I swiped the brush across the patched part that my husband had not sanded that the ceiling even though he assured me he had. By this time I was either going to cry or swear so I did both and then coated the patched part with paint anyway ....planning to sand it and then re-paint it later ....
Fast forward to 3.00pm Saturday and I woke from a three hour nanna nap. Still no painting done....
I finally sanded the walls at 3.45pm. Two spots the size of a dinner plate. Big whoop.
Saturday night I tried to sand the ceiling and convinced myself that it was all too hard. Sanding ceilings without a proper ladder isn't exactly actually my favourite job - and not being able to find the mouse sander made it even harder, so I gave up. Then I spent half an hour justifying why I couldn't paint anything until the ceiling was sanded and painted and since I'd decided I wasn't going to be doing that it looked like painting was off.
The rest of the weekend was punctuated by "Oh Shiny" moments. I'd have an idea, get motivated enough to start and then get bored 30 minutes in. Repeatedly.
This occurred with a selvage cushion I started making, which morphed into selvage zig zag blocks for a quilt , and after three of them, I turned them into selvage HST's which I also got bored with after making about four.
Four was coincidentally the number of white fudge covered Oreos I ate for lunch. I guess that means I'm also bored with healthy eating....
By this time, even if I'd wanted to work on the triangle quilt I couldn't find it in the mess that used to be my sewing room..so I went to lay on the lounge and fell asleep for 4 hours. By the time I woke up it was 4.30pm Sunday. Weekend over !
And you know what? My lack of motivation extended to this post because I couldn't even be bothered to add pictures.
Let's hope this malady doesn't hang around too long!
Saturday I did everything I could to avoid starting the painting. I washed clothes, and tidied my house and watered my plants and eventually there was nothing left on the list except the painting. So I ate breakfast and then went and stirred the paint ( I hate paint stirring and it took me 15 minutes just to open the can since I didn't have one of those cool paint can openers) and then I cut myself a paint holder from an old milk container so I didn't have to keep getting up and down off the ladder while I patch painted the ceiling. I stomped off to the guest room to slap some paint on the ceiling and discovered to my horror as I swiped the brush across the patched part that my husband had not sanded that the ceiling even though he assured me he had. By this time I was either going to cry or swear so I did both and then coated the patched part with paint anyway ....planning to sand it and then re-paint it later ....
Fast forward to 3.00pm Saturday and I woke from a three hour nanna nap. Still no painting done....
I finally sanded the walls at 3.45pm. Two spots the size of a dinner plate. Big whoop.
And then like Manna from Heaven I got a phone call that something I has made enquiries about buying was available so I made sure I procrastinated coming home and by the time I got here it was too late to rip open the wall paint. I congratulated myself and went and ate dinner.
Saturday night I tried to sand the ceiling and convinced myself that it was all too hard. Sanding ceilings without a proper ladder isn't exactly actually my favourite job - and not being able to find the mouse sander made it even harder, so I gave up. Then I spent half an hour justifying why I couldn't paint anything until the ceiling was sanded and painted and since I'd decided I wasn't going to be doing that it looked like painting was off.
The rest of the weekend was punctuated by "Oh Shiny" moments. I'd have an idea, get motivated enough to start and then get bored 30 minutes in. Repeatedly.
This occurred with a selvage cushion I started making, which morphed into selvage zig zag blocks for a quilt , and after three of them, I turned them into selvage HST's which I also got bored with after making about four.
Four was coincidentally the number of white fudge covered Oreos I ate for lunch. I guess that means I'm also bored with healthy eating....
By this time, even if I'd wanted to work on the triangle quilt I couldn't find it in the mess that used to be my sewing room..so I went to lay on the lounge and fell asleep for 4 hours. By the time I woke up it was 4.30pm Sunday. Weekend over !
And you know what? My lack of motivation extended to this post because I couldn't even be bothered to add pictures.
Let's hope this malady doesn't hang around too long!
Aaah, if procrastination was an Olympic sport, you would be standing on the podium singing Advance Australia Fair right now! Don't worry though as you will have me standing in second place because I love procrastinating too...Australians all let us rejoice....lalala!
ReplyDeleteI just love your post,made me laugh, keep this one for the book you should write Shay. I would buy it. Hugs......
ReplyDeleteI may have to fight you and Cardy for the procrastination crown. At least you had a semi relaxing weekend when you weren't worrying about the painting. I still think you need to change the name of your nana naps to nana comas.
ReplyDeleteLol, you definitely win procrastinator of the year! BTW, those paint opening things? Flat head screwdriver ;o)
ReplyDeleteYour post made me laugh (again!). It's amazing how easy it is to procrastinate if you have a whole weekend to do it.
ReplyDeleteLOL!!! your story had me so entertained I didn't notice the lack of photos. I was amazed that you were going to paint when Mr was out of the house, surely having the house to yourself is relaxo time.
ReplyDeleteYou are excellent at procrastinating and napping, so you got that! ;)
ReplyDeleteOh my. You got further than I would have because I don't think I would have done much more than stir the paint!
ReplyDeleteOh, that's the kind of weekend you had. At least Mr P trusts you with home improvement projects, My Guy hides the tools from me when he's gone to keep me out of mischief!
ReplyDeleteAvoidance behavior is actually and advanced form of the procrastination gene. You should be proud!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fun weekend......even if the painting wasn't done!
ReplyDeleteHa that even beats me procrastinating over housework. I was going to say I have a mouse sander somewhere you could have borrowed only problem was I wasn't home but just think how much time you could have procrastinated doing the round trip to my house lol
ReplyDeleteIf you've taken the gold and silver that leaves the bronze for me .. glad you got some rest in. Isn't it interesting the way we all have our different ways of procrastinating ... at least you got some sewing in.
ReplyDeleteLol! Your post cheered me enormously! I needed a good laugh! Your dilemma is why I was thrilled when my son finished his apprenticeship as a painter and decorator.
ReplyDeletePainting is a professional job for "someone else" in my house...hate it, so can totally understand your weekend! Oh well, hope DH is up for painting this forthcoming long weekend - while you are sewing of course!
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is I HATE painting.
ReplyDeleteCan't say as though I blame you. Won't you be thrilled when you're finally motivated to get 'er done? :)
ReplyDeletePS...Still haven't grouted the tile. Maybe next week.
You deserved a relaxing weekend. I have no doubt that the painting will wait for you!
ReplyDeleteI fell behind again in reading & commenting. (In my defense, this was the beginning of my very busiest week at work and those weeks have practically no time left over for anything other than work).
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry your weekend didn't go as planned. Time is so precious and not getting things that you want done during your down time is so frustrating.
As a side-note, I really don't like painting, so I think you're brave for doing it. The waiting for the paint on the walls to dry between coats while figuring out how to keep the brushes and rollers and paint holders from drying out (other than cleaning them up completely) until it is time for the next coat is maddening. And clean-up is the worst.
xo -E
I have days and weekends like that ALL THE TIME! I am a master procrastinator! Drives my hubby crazy, but I cook for him every once in a while so he deals with it.
ReplyDeleteYou crack me up! I know I am not a painter, I am "the taper", I put blue tape around all the stuff, then Mr. Handsome paints
ReplyDeleteYou crack me up! I know I am not a painter, I am "the taper", I put blue tape around all the stuff, then Mr. Handsome paints
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