OK, I know I promised you in my first post that I would paint the bathroom myself and then you could laugh at me, but Husband was trying to tell me how to do it and the way things in our house go is that if someone can't help themselves from giving you unhelpful instructions, then they get to do the task themselves. Also, Child 1 reminded me that we also have to paint the upstairs bathroom, so I'll take care of that one instead. I'm thinking something in this color family:
The reason the trim in the downstairs bathroom needs to be painted is because it is an ugly gray color. Who on earth would paint the trim of a 1/2 bath icky gray, you are wondering. I'll tell you who--the same people who painted the walls blood red. When we bought the house, we knew that was the first thing that would have to go. It was the darkest, scariest bathroom ever and it has one tiny light over the vanity so with the blood red walls and dark gray trim, it looked like they were trying to cover up a murder, so we took to calling it the murder bathroom. One time, and I think this may be my most proud parent moment, Child 1 announced as she entered the murder bathroom, "Colonel Mustard with the candlestick in the bathroom!" She is very witty, that Child 1. So fodder for Clue jokes aside, the blood red walls served no good purpose and had to go and I did successfully paint them a lovely blush pink, that is, what I could reach because I am not very tall and Husband had to help some. But I never got around to the trim and I've finally had enough of the ugly gray and I want him to paint it when he gets home because he will have a lot more free time than me.
Also, I think he should have some of the joy of shopping off the school supply list that asks for things like one blue plastic folder with two pockets and brads, one green paper folder with brads and no pockets, 2 jumbo size glue sticks and 4 small sized glue sticks. I mean, couldn't I just pay the teacher $200 and let her order it all from Staples? It would so be worth it because last year we went to four stores, (four!) and we still couldn't find everything and I finally gave up on the purple plastic folder forever because every single one in the state had already been sold and I just sent Child 3 to school without it and no one ever said anything so apparently she didn't really need it anyway.
All in all, today was a pretty good day. The In-laws are in town and came for dinner along with Husband's brother's wife's brother and his wife. Did you get that? Neither did anyone else so just call them our in-laws. And it was fun and we told family stories and I am a really good cook and I didn't make spaghetti, so Child 2 had no complaints and everyone liked the food. And Annie Lennox is on the closing ceremony along with Pet Shop Boys and did I mention the part about Husband being home in two days? So today, there are lots of people having a worse day than me and two of them are Olympic Wrestlers who missed their matches because they were late.
It would be a nightmare to miss competing because you read the schedule wrong. So thank you, Saleh Emara, for reminding me to always double-check the schedule and that I am right to want to be early to everything.