I wish I was talking about anyone else but me. P has been working on the kitchen. The paint is done and then last night he started on the floors. It is all coming together but I have been NO help at all.
You see, there are a few things that I asked him to do BEFORE the painting began. The walls in the kitchen are not in great shape. Sections needed to be slightly repaired before more paint went on the walls. We spoke about it extensively many times before painting began. What did he do? Paint over the sections that needed to be repaired instead of fixing them. Does it look good? No. Did we get into a blow out over it? Yes. I can’t even get into the nuances of the fight here because they were so moronic (on his side) I almost collapsed on the floor in a 3 year old fit. Actually, I might have, the rage was quite blinding. Bottom line, he didn’t feel like doing it so it didn’t get done. I am still not over it.
My problem is, from outside the kitchen, the paint and the flooring that is being worked on now, looks really good. Let me repeat, from outside the kitchen. Who spends lots of time in the kitchen? Me. It’s my place. P has the family room with his huge tv, extensive stereo gear and XBox. I have the kitchen with it’s warmth, good scents and cookbooks. So now, I am torn daily between rage that he didn’t care enough about my area (BTW, I also cook for him on an almost daily basis, where?) and guilt that I don’t appreciate the fact he is doing this.
I feel like crawling UNDER the bed.