Paint Paint Glorious Paint

Okay here is my glorious confession. I love to paint, well I dont love to paint, but I love what a good coat of paint can do for me and my house. Its like a cleansing, a fresh start, quite addictive for me. Its cheap, easy to get your hands on, and you can make any color you want. Ohhh the possibilities....
Today was the day to paint the playroom/Roman's new nursery. We had the boys clear out all the toys, bins, etc. So once the room had been emptied Dennis and I walked in with our rollers and 2 gallons of paint. Why 2? Well it's not because its a large room, in fact we are hardpressed to put a queen size bed and dresser in, with room to walk around. It's because, well read on.... When we walked in we both just stood there. We both scanned the four walls, and said, "Hooooly Cow!" It looked like someone had threw a hand grenade in there and all the shrapnel had hit the walls. It was crazy! So this is why the two cans, it needed a quadruple coat, I would have liked to have put telflon on if I could have got my hands on that. Of course this is when we began our sick little habit of talking about what it will be like to not have kids someday. We first began with our typical complaints, "Man we look like we barely survived Hurrican Katrina", "We just can't keep anything looking nice around here", and "They're like barnyard animals, yeah pigs"(we've raised pigs so we know what we're talking about here). Now once you get this started between the two of us we are like a locomotive that can't stop, no matter who is on the tracks. We almost feed off of these conversations. We start dreaming about what life will be like to have an office with a tuck and rolled leather chair and mahogany desk, a guest room that is straight out of Better Homes and Garden, or how we will even be able to buy specialty foods and not go to the kitchen only to discover they're GONE!! This is our private little thrill, our secret little thrill, all the while running strokes of paint up and down the walls. Its how we get through these painful moments of our life...LOL So we got it all done and stood back and both just took a deep breath and smiled. We welcomed the boys in to show off the fruit of our labor, and that's when we began the second drill. You know the one, "Dont touch the walls", "No more roughhousing in here", "No eating or drinking in this room", the one where your kids nodd and smile at you with glazed over eyes and promise you the world. You can see that they're just rattling off all the lovely guarantees from years of brainwashing, but you continue on because well....you're on a roll and isn't that what ALL parents do? I think its in the handbook or something. After the predictable sermon we all stood in the little 8x10 room, shoulder to shoulder and each person grinned with glassy eyes silently contemplating the possibilities, or it could have just been the paint fumes.