My Painted Wall and My Aching Muscles!

I’m a zombie today!

Almost every muscle in my body is aching from the painting, but IT’S DONE!!!!!

I’m sorry I didn’t post yesterday, but I couldn’t muster the strength to type more than a few words.

So here’s the painted wall. I’m not ready to show the entire room since I still haven’t put it back together or even taken the newspaper off the floor.

I decided to take a picture of the door so the paint color would show up better.

I’m really happy with the color. I don’t trust myself at all with picking paint colors, and it is darker than I expected, but I really love it, and am very satisfied and excited to put things up on the wall and see how it looks.

As far as my house goes . . . weeeellll . . . it’s not a disaster, and in fact it looks pretty decent. But I am completely out of my rhythm. I have cleaned the kitchen everyday, but the same load of dirty laundry has been sitting unwashed in the washing machine for two days now. I have picked up the main rooms of the house, but not thoroughly. I haven’t thought about wiping down the bathrooms at all.

Here’s where my good thing typically quits going. Normally, if I do well for a while on my house (it’s never lasted as long as it now has since I started the blog), and then life gets crazy and I break the rhythm, I give up.

But this time, I really don’t see any reason to give up. My dining room table just needs about 5 minutes dedicated to it to sort mail. My living room could look better with a 10 minute pick-up session. My bathrooms look pretty good and would be company ready with a quick wipe down.

As I just wrote that last paragraph, I realized that I should get up and do those things I was saying would be so easy. But I didn’t. Not yet. I’m not sure my legs could carry me.

I am going to try to post a daily checklist today, after I pick up the boys from school and hopefully complete some tasks while they do homework. If you don’t see the post, you know what that probably means.