Electrifying updates
I thought it was a good weekend for painting the library wall again. At the old house we had this deep red wall lined with shelves. Apparently, we liked it because we're doing it again between the girls' rooms.
So, everything got prepped last night. Painter's tape, check. Drop cloth, check. Paint, check. Implements, check. Faceplates off, check. Electrocuted mom, check. Wait... what? Yeah, why didn't I ever get hit before? Why do I have to learn my lesson now instead of as a kid like everyone else?
Exposed wires that aren't really noticeable suck. Much. Yeah, I touched both sides of the light switch while trying to tape over them. So it didn't hurt at all, but the charged went through both my arms. I don't think any got to Elena. At least, she's still kicking.
That was all last night. I like to separate prep from paint. I think things feel like they go faster that way. So today, I'm sitting down, painting the trim (because B is good for wide-open spaces, but for Pete's sake don't let him put paint near trim!!), and Kaylee is wandering around, being fending off by B for the most part.
She comes running up to me, throws down both of her toys (she is a two-fister already, food, toys, whatever!), and sticks her hand on the outlet before I can even move. She howled and danced. Poor thing.
You could hear her cry was a literal translation of "WTF?!" because it wasn't her "I fell down" or "got hurt" cry. She was shocked... and shocked. Daddy picked her up and held her, while giggling cruelly. I started crying with her, because I should have been able to stop her. But he thinks it was a good lesson.
Well, the baby is napping, the painting is done, and Daddy is putting the faceplates back on to save his girls from themselves. At least Elena may have escaped the dreaded painting & electrocution weekend, but I suspect I will remember it for a while and not fondly.
So, everything got prepped last night. Painter's tape, check. Drop cloth, check. Paint, check. Implements, check. Faceplates off, check. Electrocuted mom, check. Wait... what? Yeah, why didn't I ever get hit before? Why do I have to learn my lesson now instead of as a kid like everyone else?
Exposed wires that aren't really noticeable suck. Much. Yeah, I touched both sides of the light switch while trying to tape over them. So it didn't hurt at all, but the charged went through both my arms. I don't think any got to Elena. At least, she's still kicking.
That was all last night. I like to separate prep from paint. I think things feel like they go faster that way. So today, I'm sitting down, painting the trim (because B is good for wide-open spaces, but for Pete's sake don't let him put paint near trim!!), and Kaylee is wandering around, being fending off by B for the most part.
She comes running up to me, throws down both of her toys (she is a two-fister already, food, toys, whatever!), and sticks her hand on the outlet before I can even move. She howled and danced. Poor thing.
You could hear her cry was a literal translation of "WTF?!" because it wasn't her "I fell down" or "got hurt" cry. She was shocked... and shocked. Daddy picked her up and held her, while giggling cruelly. I started crying with her, because I should have been able to stop her. But he thinks it was a good lesson.
Well, the baby is napping, the painting is done, and Daddy is putting the faceplates back on to save his girls from themselves. At least Elena may have escaped the dreaded painting & electrocution weekend, but I suspect I will remember it for a while and not fondly.