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bloodsong1 ([personal profile] bloodsong1) wrote2013-03-16 12:00 am
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It has been a productive day.

Nothing like a little home improvement project to test a relationship.

It started out with not being able to find my red plastic paint tray. This was troubling, as I thought I had kept it with the other paint stuff in the dining room. No. SNB, upon hearing this, became upset and went and searched the garage. No. By this point I had moved some stuff around in Cuteness' room and devised a possible solution that would have to be added to the grocery list. We had planned on shopping after the painting, now we had to do it before.

SNB was not happy. His plans for the day were now ruined over something stupid. I sympathized and explained my solution. He thought it wouldn't work, but feel free to waste five hours of my time.

My solution was to purchase some disposable roasting pans in a close enough size and build the incline necessary to clean the roller out of balsa wood (of which we have plenty) and plastic wrap and a smaller roasting pan.

It took me about 20 minutes to cobble it together. SNB informed me that if it did not work, he was not painting today.

It worked.

He joined me upstairs and we moved furniture. My idea was to shove everything into the middle and work around it. Cuteness' room does not really lend itself to this idea, so we ended up moving most of the furniture and various odds and ends into our room and the hallway. The bed stayed in the room. By this point I was a little frustrated, as it seemed to me to be extra work. SNB informed me this was "the right way". I reminded myself that I had almost washed my hands of his help entirely and while the shove-to-middle-and-cover-with-paint-sheet-as-best-we-can might work, his OCD required "the right way" and I should let it go and accept the help.

We got the room painted in roughly 3 hours, with a lunch break around 2 pm. He did all the roller work, I did all the trim. Once the first coat was up, we agreed to call it a day, tidy up the paint supplies, shower and come back to put the room to rights. There was another discussion about the best way to wrap the painting tools. He wanted to use plastic wrap on everything, I said plastic bags would work just fine. We went with the plastic bags. I taped the paint tray into its plastic bags and shoved the wrapped roller into the gap. SNB tried to fit the lid on the paint can with a plastic bag to line it and it would not work. I then suggested he just put the lid on and we could always pry it out with the screwdriver. He did that, after much beating and swearing at the paint can lid for being a stubborn cuss and not wanting to go in right.

While he was doing that, I shoved Cuteness' bed into a good enough position and started cleaning it off. He finished and then announced he was going to take a shower, but please continue doing the work he wanted to do AFTER the shower. I said I planned to join him and he said I couldn't while I was working. It turns out his parents would NOT allow him to finish before anyone else and if he did complete a job, he was then required to find something else to do. So, if he's not the last person doing SOMETHING, he is compelled by nurturing to keep working until everyone else has stopped, even if he doesn't want to.

I pointed out that I was waiting for him to finish with the paint supplies and I can stop anytime. No, it doesn't work that way for him. He HAS to be the last person doing anything. Okay, says I. I fetched clean clothes and stood and waited for him to finish while he continued to rant about how he was raised. I informed him I might need to be reminded again. He said that he would.

After the shower I remembered that Mama A was taking Cuteness for the weekend, so we didn't have to move everything back and forth, just clear the hallway path and get access to our bed. This was done with minimal fuss.

Cuteness is very pleased with her new light green room.

I spent the rest of my day playing Harvest Moon; AP. Aurora made Ultimate Farmer AND rescued all the missing circus animals, much to Theodore's great relief. She will now pursue Super Fisherwoman, which might be difficult considering she pulls in between 3-8k with her animal products. We shall see.

[identity profile] chezelliott.livejournal.com 2013-03-17 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Craig is not allowed to help me on certain home improvement things because I might kill him with a hammer.

[identity profile] bloodsong1.livejournal.com 2013-03-17 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
By accident or by purpose? (^_^)

[identity profile] chezelliott.livejournal.com 2013-03-18 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Um, yes.

[identity profile] chezelliott.livejournal.com 2013-03-18 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
There was one home improvement project, I don't recall which one, where I literally said (insert extremely angry tone of voice) "You do know I have a hammer, right?"

[identity profile] bloodsong1.livejournal.com 2013-03-18 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
I thought that might be the case. (^_^)