Well, I woke up at 5:30AM to take Jesse to the airport. It took two hours and fifteen minutes to make what should have been an hour-long trip. Goodbyes were said. Maybe I even cried. Then Liam and I were back on the road for the hour and a half trip home.
Lucky we made it when we did, as the septic-sucking guys who were supposed to show up in the afternoon were buzzing the doorbell about half an hour after we got home. Dog barks ferociously, Liam cries hysterically and runs shrieking for his mommy. I direct them to the garage doors, where I am unable to find a key for either of the back doors out of the garage. Jesse’s at 3000 feet by then, so I can’t consult with him. So I have to bring them and their sucking hose through the house. They work, they leave. An hour later, repeat door-buzzing scene. It’s the landlord, come to meet the septic-sucking guys so I don’t have to deal with them. I hand him the bill. He hands me a bag filled with six huge heads of lettuce — because the ten he gave us a week ago must be long gone by now.
Fast forward to this evening. Liam has settled peacefully to sleep, and I am about to begin the project I have set for myself during Jesse’s absence — the painting of the dining room. I prepare tools. I move furniture. I slosh out to the garden shed to retrieve the step ladder. I then spend five minutes trying to pry open a can of paint. You know how the top on a can of paint sort of looks like it has an inner ring and an outer ring? You want to pry on the outer ring. I know this… now. Perhaps I should have seen this as a sign of things to come and given up then. But no, I am sick of the peachy color of those walls and I am anxious to prove myself a great interior decorator through the project. Once the lid is pried off I see a beautiful soft yellow color. Perfect. I stir. It’s goopy. I stir more. Goop, goop, goop. Is the paint bad? How do I know? I didn’t have goopy paint when I painted Liam’s room, but that was good (read: expensive) paint and this is — well, not. We’ve had the paint sitting around for some time. Maybe it’s separated beyond the point of use? I take a brush and splodge some on one of the walls. Too thin to be of any use. It looks — horrible. Sadistically, I try a few more strokes. Maybe if I stir some more… About a quarter of one of the walls in the dining room is now a half-hearted yellow. I gave up.
But, I refuse to be bested by this. And I refuse to leave another project poorly done and/or incomplete for Jesse to redo/finish when he gets back. I found some advice online that says to tip the can upside down for at least fifteen minutes, pry it open, and then stir like the dickens for at least five minutes. Any other suggestions? Maybe I should put it in the blender. (I’m half-kidding about that one.) Seriously, any advice would be greatly appreciated.
Aside from all that, our first day without Jesse went okay. Liam was good. I don’t expect him to realize Daddy is gone for a day or two, as he’s used to Jesse working shift work and not being around for days on end. The dog however, senses something is up. She’s already in mourning. As for me, I miss my husband. Luckily, however, when Liam’s awake there isn’t much time to think about it. The evenings will drag, though, hence the project. Maybe I should buy new paint?