This morning I woke up at 4:00 AM like I have the past few nights....darn. So I watched the morning buzz at 5:00 AM and the news and heard all about Michael Jackson's death again.
So then I thought to myself, what could I do before all the kids wake up this morning?....hhmmm. I know! I'll paint the front door! I'm weird like that. So I grab my pale of red paint and start painting the front door. Yay! But I run out of paint at the very end...darn. Well, I can't leave my door only mostly painted or else I'm sure to hear from the HOA. So I wonder to myself again..."I wonder if adding water to the can helps....hhhmmm". Well it works out, kind of. The paint, being very thin, runs down the door as I'm trying to paint and is doing so at a very fast rate. It's good enough to get me by though.
Then I get to admire my front door! From the porch, then from the street. Hopefully it doesn't stand out to much or look weird. I make a mental note to grab more paint TODAY, or else I'll never do the touch up paint.
The kids and I have a pretty uneventful day which is nice. I like having those every once in a while. We met friends at McDonalds and sat for a long time, talking and playing. When we leave, the kids and I decide we're going to buy daddy a betta fish for his fish tank and pick up the same red paint from Walmart while we're there. The cashier lady lets me pay with the rolled coins that are weighing down my purse. I had 6 rolls in there and they were heavy! But I'm grateful because she saved me a wait at the bank with all the kids to deposit them into my account. Lol....I'm so embarrassed to having admit that.
Then we get home. Dane has fallen asleep in the car and the kids have run inside the house, leaving all the van doors open for me to close...again. That's so irritating! Close the darn door on your way out of it! It's not that hard!!! So I grab the fish in one hand, put my arm through the plastic bag loop that's carrying the red paint, and grab a sleeping baby from the car.
Now being my lovely, pregnant, and tired (4:AM remember) self, I lean down to put the red paint can on the living room/dining room table. It falls. DARN!!!! Dane wakes up and there's a nice pile of red paint on my living room floor. (I never think to take pictures while I'm in the moment.) I wish I could have shown you guys this scary pile of red paint. I'm trying to scoop it up and not drip anywhere. I'm wetting all kinds of old kitchen towels but ya know...red paint doesn't exactly soak up into anything. I spent the next 3 hours on hands and knees scrubbing at this sucker, talking to Christian on the phone saying we either need to re-carpet or buy an area rug..."no dice" he says. Darn!
But good news, the red paint mostly did come up. YAY!! Not with carpet cleaner mind you...nope, that stuff just made it into a dull pink, kool-aid looking stain. Spray and Wash did the job. So great news Christian!! I won't be calling Express Flooring after all.
Now I'm really exhausted. Looks like frozen pizzas for dinner tonight...the kids won't mind.