Dorthy, we're not in Kansas anymore.....and whatever you do, don't follow the yellow brick road.
For some godforsaken reason, whenever I pick a wall color using those stinkin paint chip things, it doesn't look remotely close to what I chose when it is on the wall.
I picked: (actually Lonnie picked it) Yellow Brick Road
What it should have been called: Day Glow Tweety bird...POW!
Yes, I wanted yellow in hopes of bringing happiness and joy to anyone who walked into my kitchen, but you'll just end up with tan. I spent a good portion of Saturday crying on the kitchen floor after I had just painted one wall. This was not the yellow I wanted. I finished last night around 10pm and I was expecting a call from NASA saying, "please turn off your kitchen walls" because I'm fairly certain you can see them from space. They do however, look a little calmer this morning and I got some stuff back on the walls. It does make one a tad on the cheery side, but this morning I wanted to punch the walls (It was a rough night though...I'll get to that in a second) My lovely mom came over and helped me with the trim work and details because she possesses that anal gene that she lovingly passed on the me....except when I paint and cook. I am the worlds messiest painter and cook. I only fot the ceiling two times, but the floor has little yellow splats all over. So I think the color will grow on us (Lonnie keeps changing his mind) and it's happy...and darn it, I need happy right now!!!
So last night.....I was sooo excited that both boys we're supposedly healthy and going to sleep in THEIR OWN BEDS. I sooooo need a good night sleep. I woke up to Brody puking in his bed AGAIN, he can't seem to keep food down. We start with toast and crackers and he keeps it down until the night time and then he decides that puking in his crib is the cool thing to do. I bed to differ. After I got that cleaned up and Lonnie started a load of laundry, Brody refused to go back to his crib. Then Baylor woke up with a poo filled diaper and a refusal to sleep in his bed. So two crying cranky kids in my bed who won't sleep....until 2am, then up again at five. What did I do to deserve this? I have to stay at home from church for the fourth week in a row because of sick kids and I am slowly losing my mind.
Maybe I'll go sit in my kitchen.