I started at 6 or 6:30 and sometime around 7 I was saved by a god only known as my husband. He came in and helped me bust through the first coat. We then took a break so I could finally eat dinner (teryaki salmon with broccoli and barley). We then annihilated the second coat finishing right after 10pm... Of course our amazing offspring slept through all this. We didn't climb into bed until close to midnight.
My hands were so sore and on the verge of blisters... Our room was the largest area we had decided to paint. At least I can say it's done now. I will post some before and after pics later on.
Right now I am taking a break from, you guessed it, painting. I am working on painting the smallest room in the house; the powder room on the first floor. I figured a quick post while coat number one dries was in order.
Overall, Mother's Day was awesome. Collin is a smart man, and many could learn from him. Since the main thing I requested was something best left to me to pick out he took me shopping! I finally, after almost ten years of the same old ones, got brand spanking new pots and pans. They are glorious and I am going to care for them like I would infants - carefully and gently washing them and loving them every minute I am with them. Haha! They are pretty enough I want to get a hanging pot rack for them.
We also splurged on a Keurig K45 (I'd heard too many bad things about the 2.0 to want to try that one just yet). Three days into use and I am wondering how I survived without it before (as a dear friend had mentioned I would). It is just a lovely little invention, and as I said it is a splurge, a complete indulgence. It is a matter of convenience in an otherwise semi-hectic (at times) life.
I also was treated to two new tops and a new dress. The best part about all of it? Thanks to the magic of Kohl's I saved more than I spent. After my coupons and discounts I spent less than the pots and pans and the Keurig combined on sale. Plus there is a $20 mail in rebate on the pans and I got $50 in Kohls cash to use this weekend!
The only negative incident in the whole day (other than the attempt to kill myself via painting), was that two dear friends suffered a horrendous slight that left me full of
Before I get too deep into this, I want to acknowledge that I have requested and received permission to discuss this situation and my reaction to it from the people directly effected. It was a big part of my fuel while I painted.
These friends recently lost a child that was still in utero. It was late term. I will never forget how deeply my heart ached and shattered when I heard the news of their loss. I sat in my cubicle at work with tears streaming down my face trying to figure out why this had to happen to my amazing and beautiful friends. I don't want to go into details but their daughter had other treatable medical conditions that were identified at the gender scan.
Now you have the background.
One of them posted a meme about creationism and how archaeologists found a 25,000 year old object and so on. He is an Atheist. Being myself of an "outside the norm" religious affiliation (as in not part of organized religion) I completely saw the humor in this post. I was then appalled to find that something (I can't even bring myself to refer to it as a human) had commented on how it didn't understand how he could say this when it hadn't been long since he posted how his little angel was in Heaven and so on. I saw red and was instantly enraged. How dare this thing even consider saying such a wretched thing and on Mother's Day to boot. What kind of creature who calls themselves Christian could even begin to think such hurtful and cold-hearted things? What right did it have to even mention their daughter?
I believe that Christianity is a faith of love and goodwill, as most all "religions" are. But then there's this: If you need a book to tell you right from wrong and to be good to your fellow humans then you are already lost. That shit should be in your heart whether Atheist, Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Pagan, Cthuluian, or Flying Spaghetti Monster. That said this isn't a knock against any religion just the people who use it as a shield to "protect" them when they do harmful things.
The rage soared when I found out how this thing knew my friend. This thing was the woman who birthed him. His own flesh and blood. His mother. His twisted, dark, confused, extremely "Christian" mother. I... I just... I just can't even imagine how fucked up a person would have to be to say such a horrible thing on such a public forum to their child who is grieving for the loss of their unborn daughter. I.... My heart hurts for them for having to suffer this indignation. And, believe it or not, my heart hurts for that confused, lonely creature who cannot allow any happiness in the world.
I have a rocky relationship with my mother at best. Mostly because our lives and our life paths are so vastly different it is hard to relate to her. That combined with frequently childish or child like behavior makes it difficult for me to be around her. But even with all that I could never imagine her to say something with such malice and cruelty. I am thankful for this.
I don't know what else can be said. I love my friends, that is one of the treasures of having me call you a friend. I give my all into each friendship I have; this is also the reason I have a small group of close friends. Being an introvert, socializing can be exceptionally draining for me.
With my friendship you also get an increasingly strong "mother bear" attitude. I will go to bat for you. I will fight for you. And above all, I will be there for you when you need me.
I don't need an organized religion for any of that.
Now to apply the second coat, then proof read and post this.
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Painting done, dishes done, in clean clothes, and now to veg out on anime.
I think my next post will be about the before and afters of the two most recently painted rooms in the house and about the Myers Briggs Test.
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