The paint job is not done. Yesterday the same dude who'd been struggling to get the patches right on Tuesday, Wednesday AND Thursday was sent again, this time with a sidekick. So... the dude can't get it right, and now he's the foreman of the job? After 4 hours of the same crap on a new day (texture the crap out of the ceiling, ask me what I think, I say it doesn't match, he tells me it either just needs paint or it just needs more texture, then I say I don't think so, scrape and start over...) I called uncle. The contractor is sending a different crew on Monday. He said the dude who'd been here usually handles patch and paint jobs of my size without problem. Well, the original 1 foot square patches in my foyer and bedroom have now become 3 foot blotches that look like ceiling pimples. And my kitchen just sort of looks like it's been painted - you can still see the exact outline of where the light box was. I have total faith in the contractor, I know he'll get it right and he won't leave until it's perfect, but SWEET FANCY MOSES. I am now 38 weeks pregnant. I'm hormonal. I'm nesting. I'm pretty OCD about cleanliness even when there isn't a second person sharing my internal organs with me. I am ready to not be sweeping my floors every night. I am ready to not be getting up at 6:30 to wrangle cats. So, hopefully they'll be done on Monday. Or maybe I'll go into labor and someone else can supervise the job. Just kidding, I am not ready to go into labor.
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Oh, there was one good piece of painting and patching yesterday - they got the entire ceiling of the living room painted, so that room is complete. Here is a compare and contrast on the most commonly used room in the house, taken without using the flash.
So many good pics, I can't even begin to decide which one is my favorite!
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