MIA

I’ve been painting this week if anyone is wondering where I’ve been.

The walls are now Oyster Shell.

Looks tan to me.

I’ve never seen a tan oyster shell.

I’ve tackled the hallway, the living room and the kitchen so far.

I don’t know what possessed me to do this at 31 weeks pregnant. I think it’s that nesting syndrome. I decided the walls looked dirty, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I also know that once Wade arrives it will be a long time before I’ll have time to paint again.

Don’t worry. The pregnant lady did not fall off the ladder and suffer some sort of tragic injury like she always does on TV, and I took lots of rest breaks. Which is why I’m still not done.

The problem with painting is that it’s one of those projects you have to finish once you start.

Unless you like a two-toned look on your walls.

Like I said, I’ve got more to do, but I need to take a day or two off to recover. Did you know painting makes every muscle in your body sore? I guess it’s really good exercise. They should make some sort or painting workout video.

It couldn’t possibly be any worse than Sweatin’ to the Oldies.

I am very grateful to my mom who let David stay at her house for almost four days so I could paint. I would not have gotten anywhere near this far with him running around splattering paint everywhere.

I’m going to lay down now, and not move for two days.

If you don’t hear from my anymore this week, it’s because I can’t get up off the couch.