I Am Woman!

I am tired!

So last year I quit my job to do Home Projects.
It was good, I got some stuff done, but no where near what I wanted to get done.
( with more money I could do so much)
I am always picturing a new something, a cleaner thing.
And my wants aren't extravagant, just a little better.

(For instance, the house has the same crummy construction paint that it had when it was built. That would be okay, except when I wash a wall the paint comes off. So the whole house needs interior paint.)

I don't know why I complain at all.
I want more money, but I want to work less hours. ( and I should complain about a 9 a.m. t0 3 p.m. shift? Sometimes it's 9-2)

I want to be home more, I want to work 3 days a week, but that doesn't pay enough for me to do the projects I want.
Whine!

I want a chicken for my kitchen! Dammit!
(I saw several that were awesome at Hobby Lobby, but I can't buy a $30 chicken, that's crazy!)

So I do what I can,.
I can buy cans of paint at WalMart for 12 bucks, and I can bust my ass painting walls on my days off.

One wall at a time, one room at a time.
I had this whole week off.

Up the ladder, down the ladder ( I bought a cheap wooden ladder at a yard sale but it is way too shakey and I almost fell a couple times, so now I have my neighbors ladder ( It is almost tall enough, if I stand on my toes)

Took me two days to do the kitchen and dining area, but the living room wall connects, so I'll have to do it too. Very high ceilings in there.

Hubby helped.
He helped peel the tape off after I was done.

For about 8 months I tried to discuss color options with him and he didn't want to hear it.
So I went ahead and did it without him.

Last Summer Katie and I painted the front bathroom and the guest room. We re-wallpapered the bathroom border ( we had to, after I removed the ugly pink stuff , I found that it had been floated out smooth, and paint wouldn't stick, and there was no texture under the paper so we put up new. And we did an awesome job! Our first time with wallpaper and you can't see the seams.)

Last night he questioned something ( after I'd been working all day on the house) and I looked at him and said,

" Are you picking up a paintbrush? Because if you aren't, the time for your imput is long gone."

His answer was . " I hate painting!"

The living room is going to be a chore, high ceilings, 12 feet.
Hubby won't help.
He says he won't help.
He got pissed when I asked if he would help me tape it off.
But I am going to need him to move the electronics stuff.
I figure I'll just paint around it til I can't anymore, and then he'll have to move the TV and the stereo.

I am woman, watch me paint!

( But damn it hurts, my knees ache, my hands are cramping, my back aches, and the dissapointment hurts most of all)