Yes, I know I have been very slow in coming with these, but I am still planning to do 28 of these Valentine posts! Hang in there with me!
One of the things I am really appreciating about my husband is that he is doing nearly all of the painting in the closets of our addition. (I say nearly all because my sister Gail came and painted one morning, and Andrew’s brother did a little bit one evening also.) And it’s not easy painting–lots of shelves, tight places, very high shelves and very low shelves. And the paint is sticky and gets on his skin, his clothes, and in his hair (he’s not graying–he’s whiting!). On top of that, he doesn’t even like to paint! Neither to do I, but I’m the one that’s pregnant. When it was time to paint the closets (we opted to paint them ourselves to try to help out our budget), Andrew insisted it might be harmful to our baby for me to paint while pregnant and that I should call the OB doctor and find out. Well, ha! They said to have the area well-ventilated with the windows open and only paint for an hour at a time and then take a break. Fat chance of all that, especially when it was about 10 degrees outside!
Andrew has plodded away at the painting (and we’re not done yet) on the weekends and is working at proving my fears of having unpainted closets wrong. And, he hasn’t even complained about it!
Thanks for all your hard work, Andrew!
