Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Multi-tasking.

There used to be a time when I could have several projects going and
be able to finish them all in a timely manner.

That ability has somehow, strangely and inexplicably, left me.

It must be my advanced age of 40-something...(yes, it's finally time to stop pretending I am 29),
 or the fact that I am in the throws of dealing with my fourth teenager,
 or I have developed some sort of "project ADHD".

Since deciding to stay in Arizona, we thought it might be "fun" to paint the inside of our house. We had previously painted the bedrooms but the monumental job of painting
the rest of the house has been procrastinated.

We have VERY high ceilings, and it just seemed like too big of a task
for our resident princess and yours truly.

Craig generously offered up his services and we dug in. We did get most of it done before he left for his latest track meet, but there is still so much to do. The trouble is, now I want to do other things instead of painting, but I HAVE to get this project finished now, or it just might stay in its present state forever.

And, that is a prospect that makes me feel just a liiittttlllle but crazy.

So yesterday, I was doing some touch up when I happened to walk past a mirror and saw this.....  
A big ol' smudge of paint in my hair.

Then I remembered a conversation that Ragan and I had
a few months ago while coming home from school.
Enjoy....

(Ragan) "Mom.....have you been painting today?"

(Me) "No, Why?"

(Ragan) "You have something white all in your hair."

(Me) "What? Where is it?! Can you get it out?"

(Ragan) "It's on the underside of your ponytail. OOoooo, I don't know if I can get it....It's a lot."

Ragan reaches over to touch my hair

(Ragan) "OH.MY.GOSH!!!"

(Me) "What?!? What is it?!?"

(Ragan) "Mom. You have a HUGE chunk of gray hair! Actually, it's WHITE. Here, let me pull one out so you can see."

She, (not so gently) plucked a hair and handed to me. Sure enough, it was white. Actually, "translucent" was probably a better word. Miss Clairol and I had an early morning meeting the very next day.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I just walked past the mirror again. This time, it looks like I have a little "crazy" in my teeth. As soon as I get that out, I start painting again. ;)

5 comments:

Kris said...

Lol! Grandmas have gray hair! That's how it is. So my children tell me. That's also the unsolicited opinion of strange children in public too! I visited Adelaide last week and my mother told me I had much more gray than the last time she saw me (8 weeks ago!). Just because I have more gray than her! I take after my now white haired father I think.

Good luck with that painting! Better get it done before you become too frail to finish it!

Linda ★ Parker's Paradise said...

you are so funny. you can't beat; just postpone it. it got so bad, my hair wouldn't take color anymore! now I embrace the grey and call it my 'new' blonde. Hey, but at least your painting will be done!!!!
love ya,
★Linda★

*Kountry*Porch*Primitives* said...

You make me laugh...I too am a messy painter. If I need more no need to take the can in as they can just match the sample off my body at various points! I think the (uh hmmm) 40 something comment rings true for me too...also the teenager comment...I think THAT is where we kinda get a little off kilter :o) Nice to know I'm not the only one that looks in the mirror and wonders where that "superwoman" went. Cheers to Clairol in the box!!!! ~Kriss~

Erica said...

Good luck with that painting! You are so funny.

Silver MLM

Amber Omer said...

LOL- I loved the story. Good luck on the project!!