Many ridiculousities have been befalling the House of Cheek.
Over the weekend, I very foolishly decided to paint Chloe's room a fetching dual shade of green (two walls medium green, two walls light green). I agonized over the shades, holding paint chips up to the items already in her room. I was NOT GOING TO MESS THIS UP, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.
Past painting mishaps include:
1. The time I freehand painted the sink vanity in our old house's downstairs bathroom with eggplant swirlies, because I thought it would look cool. We had to replace the vanity because it looked so ridiculous.
2. The time I painted the small closet sized bathroom (same bathroom as above) a dark eggplant color--matte on the walls and gloss on the ceiling--but forgot which was which, so had some glossy streaks on my matte walls and some matte streaks on my glossy ceiling. The bathroom resembled a purple crypt until we repainted. But still, the eggplant paint poked through in hidden places. I will never live that down.
3. The time I stepped in some spilled paint and tracked it all over the floor. Thankfully, it was hardwood, so it scrubbed out.
Ah, the memories.
So anyway, bound and determined to do it right this time, I set up the room (dropcloths, yeah; move furniture, yeah; swipe aside curtain, yeah; tell 3 year olds to stay out, yeah). After yelling at MP about 79 million times to not touch various and sundry paint items, I helped her roller one wall and then pronounced it too difficult and messy--Stern Voiced Me: MOMMY HAS TO DO IT NOW. YOU MAKE TOO MUCH OF A MESS. GO PLAY.
Ten minutes later I was frantically calling to that same Messy Girl asking her to please go get her daddy, QUICK NOW NOW NOW, MOMMY DID A BOOBOO.
Somehow my foot got caught on the wooden stake thoughtlessly left in the paint (probably by my dog) and managed to tip over the entire gallon of paint on THE NEW CARPET.
Yeah! Go me!
Trying to clean it, as I soon found out, just spread it. Not a good idea.
We moved furniture that night, oh we moved furniture.
BUT! The fun don't stop there. While I was scrubbing away at the carpet, Random was mopping our basement of 2 inches of water. Why, you ask? Well, a certain husband of mine moved the washing machine to fix the dryer hose, unknowingly disconnecting the water pipe from the back of the washing machine. He then calmly turned on the washing machine and PRESTO! An ocean gathered in our basement. Old socks floated by on the current.
Our stupidity cancelled each other out that day.
Later that night, we decided to have a "date night." I'm sure you can guess what that is. It happens very rarely these days with a new baby and a still fat mom. Anyway, we began. It was great until Chloe started farting. (Yes, we are still cosleeping.) Somehow a baby's farts while you are trying to have a date night really, really doesn't do much for the mood.
Today I was informed that MP is walking around daycare lifting up her shirt and asking boys to drink milk from her boobies. Apparently this is a bad thing?!?
We're all doing really well here. Chloe is 4 months now, and I'm still limping along with the nursing. The toughest thing is pumping enough. Some days I just don't get all that much, and I don't know why. Today I only got 8 ounces. Yesterday I got 11 ounces. That's a big difference. When I don't have to pump, there's more than enough milk. But I think my boobs are averse to feeding the pump.
And so I have to pump extra times at home. I am married to this thing. AND I HATE IT WITH A THOUSAND WHITE HOT HATES. I can't pump in the middle of the night, either. For some very odd reason I get NOTHING in the middle of the night, not even a drop. And yet if Chloe is hungry there is milk.
The doctor wants me to move Chloe into her own room now, but I hate that idea. Four months seems too young to sleep on her own. Who will obsessively check to see if she's breathing every hour?
Here are some recent pictures of the girls. Enjoy the deliciousness. And please cross your fingers that I get this painting finished with no further mishaps.
Chloe in her Rainforst Jumperoo.