Today we'll paint Josh's way.

Yesterday we decided to tackle painting again. Our baby's room was pink when we got the house. And as most of you know I love pink, but I don't know that I think it's a color that should be on the walls, unless it was chosen by a child. (For all of you with pink walls, I know you must be a kid at heart, and good for you.)
So the pink was leaving and the gray moved right in.

When I paint I love to do the cutting in. Josh on the other hand prefers to do the rolling, and this works out well most of the time. But this time I see Josh rolling right behind me with a very unusual technique. He rolls a line all the way up the wall and then all the way down the wall in one perfectly vertical line. I let him know, that isn't how I would do it, and my two cents weren't helping a lot. So we continued.

We are both working on wall #2 and we look back at wall #1. It looks like we actually tried to put vertical lines on the wall, one dark gray and one light. From there Josh decides to try the "w" idea. Which is painting in "w's". But by the time we get to wall #4, wall #1 is drying up pretty nicely. So Josh goes back to his own method but added a slight w to his up and down lines. We had a good time, especially when Josh was getting tired and I keep hearing this, "opps", "bummer", "babes don't look at the ceiling"... following my precision cutting in. We ended up just laughing at how tired he was after the second coat. And I pretty much kept quiet about his oopses. The key phrase is pretty much.

See the first time I tried to correct him, he was painting the ceiling. He made it look so easy, but he was not doing it the way I thought it should be done. So like any good wife, I let him know I could do it better. I grabbed the roller that was attached to a bar and pushed it onto the ceiling with two painful stroke. The next thing we hear is SPLAT! Loud as ever. You know one of the noises a dump-chicken (aka a seagull) makes when he just let loose of a major lunch experience? Anybody that has ever had this experience land on them knows what I'm talking about. That was the noise following a baseball size chunk of paint falling from the ceiling. Quickly I bend down, looking under the drop cloth to see if any of this 4inch diameter dropping went through. It did not!!!! So after this humbling experience I profusely apologized and let Josh finish his "phenomenal job" he was doing.

After that I left to use the bathroom, which I still do frequently. I was wearing a pair of pregnancy overalls that I was quite excited about. But as I unlatched them to get ready to pee and heard this sploosh from the porcelain throne. That's never a good sound right after you fling one end of you overall strap behind you. Thankfully I realized what the sploosh was all about before I added my bodily fluids. And this is one type of payback, I do believe. So be nice to your husband because there will be a time when you actually can't do it better than he can.