Friday, March 21, 2014

Day 15 - Remodeling Stress

Friday
Ok so I have a confession to make - I'm stressed today!  Typically, I'm like an emotional rubber band.  Sure I get upset or riled up about things but I snap back to my normal self pretty quickly.  I don't let things get to me for long.  But today, I have to admit, I'm a little overwhelmed.

I didn't go to the house until after dinner today.  Due to some unforeseen complications, we were without a babysitter for Maria.  While it was nice to spend the whole day with her, it also meant I sat thinking about all the things that needed done at the house.  Thankfully Daniel's dad was able to go over in the afternoon and install the rest of the ceiling fans.  He's been a huge help getting that stuff taken care of while Daniel is at work!

To further complicate things, Daniel found out today that the carpet is being installed on Monday.  Monday.  As in the first day of next week.  We had thought it was scheduled for Tuesday, but I guess we wrote it down wrong.  If we delay the install, the next available date was April 2nd which is no bueno.  So Monday it has to be.

This means that all our rooms that will have carpet need to be painted before Monday - four bedrooms, upstairs landing, stairs, living room and office/den.  Also the floors in those rooms need scrubbed down as they are coated with lumps of texture and drywall mud.  Thus the cause of my distress.

Tonight we got all the ceilings on the 2nd floor and most of the 1st floor painted.  Daniel started rolling our actual color paint on the bedroom walls as well.  I just need to go in and do the cutting around the ceiling.  So we're not in bad shape.  Plus, if we really can't get it all done, it's not the end of the world.  Obviously people typically paint in rooms with carpet.  It's just so much easier when the floor is unfinished.  I can't even think about how I would feel if we accidentally kicked over a bucket on the brand new carpet.  (True story, an entire can of wood stain was knocked over in the basement of our old house on the off-white carpet.  It's still there.)

Another reason I'm feeling stressed is due to the actual paint itself.  Picking paint colors is worse than the actual job of painting to me.  I always worry, "What if I hate it after we've painted the whole room?!"  I'm not a great decorator, as you will soon see.  I don't have an eye for it so I don't trust my judgment on the subject.  Fortunately, we like to save money and therefore buy all our paint at the Habitat for Humanity Restore.  This is helpful to a paint-phobic such as myself because they only offer about 12 paint colors.  That keeps things pretty simple.  However, I still find myself doubting the color I picked!  It's called Autumn Mist, and we are going to use it in most of the house.  Again, trying to keep things simple, we planned on only using two neutral paint colors - a tan-ish color for most rooms and light gray in the bathrooms.  The Autumn Mist is looking a little more green than I was hoping for.  Here's a pic of it as Daniel looking adorable rolling it on and I'm standing in the doorway fretting.
Ah well, it's what we've got and we're sticking to it for now!  We'll see how it turns out.  On the bright side, I am very happy with the ceiling fans we picked for the bedrooms.  We are using all satin nickel fixtures in the house.  Our old house had a ton of outdated brass fixtures so I am THRILLED to have something more modern!  The blades are two-sided with a sort of light brown option and a dark wood option.  We decided to go with the dark side since the brown didn't match our furniture and the new trim will be white.
In conclusion, tonight I've discovered blogging is good for the soul!  After typing out tonight's post, I feel better - certainly less stressed.  So thanks for "listening" to my earlier rant.  It helped.  Thank goodness, for Daniel's sake!  I've found that stress makes me a bit of a mean wife, poor guy.  I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I snap a lot at him when I'm feeling overwhelmed.  He takes it in stride but I hate when I'm like that.  It's just not me.  

So now that I'm feeling back to my old chipper self, keep dreaming friends!  I know I will.

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