I painted our bedroom yesterday. I’ve had the paint for a few weeks, but then the weekends got busy. I finally had a day yesterday where I could spend the whole day getting it done. I love the way it turned out. Jason and I have always painted our bedroom purple in every house we have lived in. We never got around to it in this house, although we had talked about it. It felt like a little bit of a therapy project for me. Listening to music. Thinking. Trying to use the monotony of the project to calm myself down.
And now today I am sore, tired, and pissed off at the world.