I am sick. Really sick. I started getting sick on Sunday and by yesterday afternoon I knew I was really getting sick. I couldn't get off the couch. My husband is away, but my mom and girls are taking care of me.
But, then there's me. Sometimes I just get a bee in my bonnet.
There's one spot in the living room behind the bookcase that needed painting. So, crazy me, decided to move the books with the little energy I had and paint behind the bookcase. Part of the reason I did it was because it has been intimidating to me. When something is intimidating to me, I just make myself do it.
I put the primer on last night and then in the middle of the night put the first coat of paint on. I discovered that painting while you're sick is not a good idea. I dropped a lot more on the floor and somehow my hands ended up covered in paint (which I discovered this morning). It's quite funny really. I have this dogged determination to get that room painted! It's one of those moments when all I can do is laugh at myself.
My new advice to myself: Don't paint when I'm sick.