Ideally, I'd be posting pictures of my half done bedroom. However, that is not the case. Because of my late start, I was actually doing pretty good. My goal was to get the white stripe painted, along with the ceiling. Stripe - done. Ceiling - cut in and I paused at 9:30 pm for my loving husband to take the blades off the ceiling fan. Now, I had set an 11 pm cut off time to my work so that I wasn't up all night again, thus sleeping late tomorrow.
I called him in from the top of my ladder fighting with the ceiling fan blades. He said that he would take them off as soon as he finished the battle he was in. Battle? Yes, that's a battle in his online computer game. No problem - I'll take a 15 minute break and he'll be right in to finish them, right? Um, no.
So at 10:45, he's still glued to his computer, I start cleaning up. I clean up the brushes and close all the paint cans. You'd think he'd notice my unhappy look and that I haven't done anything for the last hour and change, but no, not so much. So as I run my bath water, I ask him if he's going to take the ceiling fan blades down, at least TONIGHT. And he said, I'll do it right now. To which I said, "It doesn't matter when you do it NOW, I'm finished for the night." At which point, he remembered he was supposed to take them down over an hour ago. So they are down and I'll be ready to go first thing in the morning to get the ceiling painted.
Wish me better luck tomorrow!
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