I sit here and sit here and stare at a blank entry window.

Do I have nothing to say?

Well, no, not really.  I have lots to say.  There is so much on my mind I feel ready to explode.  I want to write, and write and write until it’s all out, and then I don’t want to have to deal with it any more.  I want my mind to empty, be calm, relaxed.  No worries, no tears no problems.  That’s what I want.

Instead, I’ll write about my failed attempt at painting a nursery.

“Preparation is everything.”

I know this.  I am a quick study, and I read plenty of “Do-It-Yourself” guides.  I removed all of the wall paper.  I removed the glue.  I sanded the walls, and puttied the holes, and then even washed the walls with cleaner, then swiffered it after to remove any remaining dust.  I bought all the right tools, got the best type of paint for the job, and laid down the drop sheet.  I taped everything that needed to be taped.  I stirred and poured into my trays.

And then my world fell apart.  I am NOT meant to be a painter.  Tape or no tape, I got paint everywhere – on my moulding, on the ceilings, on the door frames.  Anywhere that there isn’t meant to be paint, I painted.  I also had no idea that painting a wall would be so tiring, or so labor intensive.  I did one single four foot by twelve foot section.  It took me nearly two hours… and it looks HORRIBLE.  There are overlapping marks, criss-cross marks, and (of course) paint spots where there shouldn’t be. 

Yes, I only did one coat.  Yes, I now understand that it will look bad no matter what until I get a second coat on there.  Yes, I realize that I don’t have to do it all myself.

I’m taking the next logical step.

I’m hiring a professional.