Where was I? Oh, yes, my summer goals. I thought I should have plenty of time to relax, read, cook, swim, run and still fit in a few productive projects. And then I blinked and it is the middle of August. I feel like Rip Van Winkle waking up and looking at the calendar. Where did all the time go? Yes, I read a few books and watched plenty of Olympic gymnastics but shouldn't I have somehow done more?
I did work on the basement. And I made a little progress on one of the garden beds. But in Jack's room, we only got as far as removing the outlet covers from all the plugs. I have one last week at home before we're off to vacation and then I go back to work. If we are going to paint Jack's room, I can no longer wait for the ideal time. The time is now.
We finally agreed on a color palette (mostly white with one blue wall and a red desk) and got started. Have you ever painted a room with a 13 year old boy before? I highly recommend it as an exercise in patience. Not for him, for me. As you might imagine, I had a very organized plan of how to approach the project. First spackle. Then sand. Then tape. Last paint. Jack has a different view. Just start painting. I think starting at the top and working his way down makes sense. He really likes sideways. Ultimately, I have to rethink my goal of the project. Is it to have a well painted wall or to enjoy a mother-son project together?
|He'll have to move that paint can eventually, right?|
|Can we keep the graffiti?|