Saturday, I woke up and went to work out. On my way home my mind started racing. I don't know why, but I decided to start painting baby boys room. I got home did some tasks, but couldn't get it off my mind.
Next thing I know I am in his room taking down the baby boarder and painting a very intricate pattern as a chair rail.
Its almost done, but now I am thinking about doing a fo finish on the lower half of the room.
Hubby doesn't mind as long as I don't ask him to help. Kids want to help so bad it hurts. HMMMMMMM see the problem lol