Adventures in home improvement
I am about to crack open someone's skull.
Every time Kevin and I begin another painting project, it ends with me walking away furious. It's a difference in approaches, really. I would rather take things very slowly, meticulously wiping the excess paint off of my brush, slowly spreading out each bit, checking the corners, looking for missed spots.
The past two incidences of painting with my husband have led me to try to patiently explain why slopping big globs of paint on the wall aren't necessary, in fact they lead to wasted time because YOU MUST GO OVER IT AGAIN to clean up the gloppy parts before they dry and leave gross-looking drips on the wall.
Or at least, in my head, I feel as though I patiently explain this all. This however, has not changed his technique in the least bit, causing me to order him out of the room altogether or him throwing his brush down and telling me I can do it my damn self.
What's worse, is that I see what is going to happen before it actually transpires, that we shouldn't try to move the dropcloth with everything on top of it, because even though that would be faster, everything on top of it will inevitably spill. hence, more time wasted cleaning up shit that could have been avoided had we not done things half-assed and in a hurry.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhh.
I think if we don't hurry up and finish these projects, we might file for divorce by October.
Every time Kevin and I begin another painting project, it ends with me walking away furious. It's a difference in approaches, really. I would rather take things very slowly, meticulously wiping the excess paint off of my brush, slowly spreading out each bit, checking the corners, looking for missed spots.
The past two incidences of painting with my husband have led me to try to patiently explain why slopping big globs of paint on the wall aren't necessary, in fact they lead to wasted time because YOU MUST GO OVER IT AGAIN to clean up the gloppy parts before they dry and leave gross-looking drips on the wall.
Or at least, in my head, I feel as though I patiently explain this all. This however, has not changed his technique in the least bit, causing me to order him out of the room altogether or him throwing his brush down and telling me I can do it my damn self.
What's worse, is that I see what is going to happen before it actually transpires, that we shouldn't try to move the dropcloth with everything on top of it, because even though that would be faster, everything on top of it will inevitably spill. hence, more time wasted cleaning up shit that could have been avoided had we not done things half-assed and in a hurry.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhh.
I think if we don't hurry up and finish these projects, we might file for divorce by October.