I spent last night painting, AGAIN. I am getting very tired of painting, paint brushes, rollers, primers and the smell of all that stupid stuff. Additionally, I am tired of finding paint all over me, even after exfoliating every inch of my body. I had to wear pants to work becuase my legs are COVERED in primer from last night.

It's a mystery how I manage to get paint all over me. Last week, I even found paint on my ribs.

While Rob painted the bathroom, I primed the bathroom, door and door jamb last night. Do you know what that means? It means that tonight we paint the bathroom, 2 doors and 2 door jambs. This gets us even closer to installing the floor and the vanity, sink, mirror and toilet. In the fantasy world I live in, (where everything goes right) the bathroom will be DONE tomorrow.

wow.
done.

Let that sink in.

The bathroom will be done. Which is good becuase we are starting to move Rob's worldly belongings this weekend. I don't have much at his house so I am not as freaked out as I was when we moved my stuff. Also, I may have reached my max freak out point.

Maybe not. Last night, as I was priming all 6 of the pannels in the bathroom door (and cursing myself for picking out a door that needed that much attention to paint) I was wishing I could set the door on fire. It would serve it right for being so hard to paint. Then I decided I wanted to give the house a time out untill it decided to cooperate and fix itself.