The amount of prep time dwarfs the amount of time actually painting. This increases exponentially when your daughter and her friends are around.
Under no circumstances, let your wife talk you into an accent wall.
The number of trips I make to Home Hardware borders on stalking. Homeowners harassing homeowners.
Nap between 1st and 2nd coats = guilt-free bliss.
I was sore the day after painting. How embarrassing.
The amount of effort I put into the project is inversely proportional to my wife’s enthusiasm over the end result.
Having a 3 year old helper is not really help. But she’s awesome. And I’d do it all again for her in a heartbeat.
