What's that you say? All you see is a door in poor repair? Yes, that would be my crafty endeavor for the weekend. It doesn't look like much, and quite frankly, it isn't. We set about priming the kitchen walls Saturday morning and intended to make it a family affair. The girls were very excited and anxious to get started, but I fear there were so many "rules" that came with the territory that it became less interesting, especially for Sarah. Rules like "Only paint the walls", "Take your shoes off if you leave the kitchen" and other fun ruining things like that. Mean parents, I know. While Jim painted the ceiling, I decided to tackle our back door, which was white and in various stages of peeling paint. Granted, now it looks much rougher, but the paint is coming off easily with just a paint scraper. If we want natural wood, we'll have to use something to actually strip the beige base coat though, but that remains to be determined. Like all the other details we haven't settled on yet.
Funny story though. Sunday night Jim had all the wiring hooked up, cans in the ceiling, etc., so he "debuted" it for the girls. Rachel was incredibly impressed and told him "That man is going to be so proud of you.". (I think "that man" must be the cabinet maker). Then she looked across the room and said, "But that door, not so much.". Apparently Momma's work wasn't very impressive. Granted, Momma would have gotten more done if she wasn't getting snacks, going outside to play, fixing lunch, wrangling little girls, etc. That comment keeps ringing in my ears and making me laugh though.
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