I'm upstairs. Trapped by my own best intentions.
My girls have been asking to share a room for some time now. They have bunkbeds, but we separated them a couple of years ago. A night owl and a lark didn't share well. But they miss each other, and they've promised to sleep, not keep each other up, so we're trying it out.
Since we have to move furniture anyway, I'm giving in to my promise to paint. Since they want to share a room and they agree on the colour, we're just painting the one.
So, I'm upstairs, painting. Or will be, after all the dreaded taping. Which I can't actually do until I get all of the JUNK out of the room.
How come we have so much junk?
A better question would be why I'm doing this on Easter weekend, but I'm not sure we have the patience to get into all the answers to that question.
In the meantime, if you need me, I'll be the one high on paint fumes and colouring my world Pepto Bismal pink.
(Before photos have been taken. I'll post once we have after photos too!)