Stupid is as stupid does

Okay, I just spent the past week two weeks painting our master bedroom and dressing area. For those who don’t know me well, let me explain why it took so long.

Back in 2002, I was diagnosed with degenerative disk disease in my lower back, as well as bipolar depression. Most people would realize that there are just some things that can’t be physically done, but am I one of those?

Hell, no.

I’m forty-five years old, in horrible physical shape, and for some stupid reason, think I can still do things like I did twenty years ago. Newsflash – I can’t. Or, I can, but spend days at a time wondering why I was so stupid.

Anyway, I’d spend a day prepping, priming, or painting, and then the following day or two trying to get over doing the work. Needless to say, what should have been a 2-day job quickly (or slowly) turned into a two-WEEK job.

Yesterday, I finally finished. Cue the ticker-tape parade! The bedroom looks fantastic.

This morning, I woke up with another brilliant idea – paint the sunroom!

Guess I’d better stock up on pain killers…or maybe a well-placed 2×4.

More as it happens.