Always happy to help, I’m serving up another public service announcement that could be slightly incoherent due to my extreme tiredness and the fact that I just completed the worst job ever.
Wallpaper paste removal.
There are many, many amazing wallpapers on the market right now. Do not fall victim to their beauty. It is deceiving.
Our main floor bathroom had wallpaper that just stripped right off the walls with no effort at all, but of course, that meant that the paste was left and had to be removed before repairing the wall and then priming and painting it.
Have I mentioned we have 9′ ceilings?
I did all of the removal up to about 6′ a couple of weeks ago, and then took a break, and decided tonight to finish it up. Because I was stuck in a tiny bathroom with little ventilation, getting up and down a ladder, I had a lot of time to think about things. My thoughts turned to things that suck. And even though I don’t like whiny, “my life is so crappy” when it really isn’t posts, I’m going to list these things, because there is a point. I think.
1. It sucks that I’m going to be a hunchback when this project is over.
2. It sucks that it takes forever to get things done around a house when you’re parenting all day long (they are a blessing, don’t get me wrong).
3. It sucks that my mom is gone and missing out on all of this amazing stuff with our family.
And THAT thought brought me to a funny story about my mom…she did not have a potty mouth, and didn’t much appreciate my love for the word “sucks.” However, after several years, she came to accept that it’s not the worst thing I could say (and for the record, I say it much less than I used to…little ears are listening). When I was in labor with Luke, my parents (and Matt’s) got to the hospital before Luke was born. My mom walked into the room while I was having a bad contraction before I’d gotten my epidural, and said something like, “How are you doing, honey?”
And I, of course, responded with, “This sucks!”
My mom replied, “I told your dad in the car on the way over here that I bet she just keeps saying ‘This sucks!’ when she’s having a contraction!”
Storytime is over. Back to the PSA. Wallpaper. It sucks. Don’t ever forget it.