Mike Mike He's Our Man

So this weekend we finally got the lead out and painted our bedroom. The paint was bought weeks ago. It took months, and many purchases of pint paint cans to find the right color of brown for our room. Yes, brown. And brown is tricky. You don't want it looking even remotely like poop, especially baby poop, and that is a lot easier said than done.

My mom offered to keep the kids overnight for us so we could get 'er done. Turned out the night we planned the sleepover was also the night the high school musical was performing Annie, in which two of the guys in Mike's small group were performing. It was a must see. So with free babysitting, we went Friday night. Arriving home at 10:30, we started painting.

Now when I say we painted the room, I use the term we very loosely. I finished the taping Mike had started while I drove the kids to my parents. I started the cutting in process while Mike put on the first coat, getting about half way around the room before we called it quits at 1 am.

The next morning was a women's event at church I had sort of forgotten about. Hey, it wasn't completely my fault. Planning a big event on the 1st of the month is risky, you don't see it on your calendar until you turn the page for the new month. Mike stayed home and finished the rest of the room. When I got home he was pulling off tape.

And boy does it look good.


And so you think after all that hard labor he would just take it easy for the rest of the weekend? Not my man. He decided to put up our Christmas lights on Sunday. I will say it is our best showing yet.


So needless to say, I have an amazing husband. Thanks Mike!

(A side note, for the first time I ran spellcheck on my post and there were NO MISSPELLINGS FOUND!)