The Paint Is On...

Back before Thanksgiving, we started renovations on Children's Church. Vicki offered to paint. This was supposed to be quick. Two weekends at most. Seriously.

Once we got into it we realized that some work that required carpentry skills far above our poor power. Mistake #1: We started this thing during deer season. What were we THINKING!! Then the holidays...Thanksgiving...Christmas...New Year's. Took forever to get everything done.

Since November, we have had Children's Church in Aunt Patsy's Sunday School room . She very graciously invited us to move in. But you know, we just all need a place to call our own, right?

So this weekend (a three-day weekend for Vicki), we started painting. Friday Robbie, Carsyn, and I went to get paint, rollers, drop cloths, brushes...all the "stuff" we would need. And Saturday morning I met Vicki there and we got our paint on. We got it on the walls. We got it on the floor. We got it on ourselves. And the place looks good!!! It looks even more amazing after we went this afternoon and put the second coat on. Who knew the second coat would go soooooo much faster!!

The painting marathon was not without excitement. I'll share a little:

There is a staircase going down to Children's Church that really needed some tender loving care. We decided to paint those walls. We didn't think about that the highest part of the ceiling would be at the lowest point on the stairs. We had one pole to extend the roller, but still we couldn't quite reach. So we used a little stool on the stairs. Hush. We know now that was stupid, but we were desperate. First I was on it and Vicki was below me on the stairs. I can honestly say that I only wanted to reach just one.more.inch. And WHOOP there it is!! The stool flew out from under me, my feet went flying, I don't know where the brush went, and Vicki put one hand out --not sure what she was doing but it was the thought that counted.

So Vicki decided to climb up. Judging from previous experience, I decided to stand behind her and hold on. Sure enough, here she went! But no worries--I had such a tight grip on her t shirt that she practically bungee jumped. You know, she just rebounded. I'm telling you, it was the one more inch thing both times!

We are both so glad Lauren wasn't there to witness either mishap. She would have had to go to the emergency room, and that would have prolonged this thing. Poor thing, Lauren just cannot handle seeing a fall. It just sends her into gales of laughter!

We are far from done, but let me tell you and the universe I AM HAVING CHILDREN'S CHURCH IN THAT ROOM NEXT SUNDAY.

Unless God has other plans, of course.

Which I will, of course, try to talk him out of.

Somehow.