Wishful Thinking

I got a bur in my saddle (as Kyle would tell me) and decided to repaint and redo the kids bathroom yesterday. I dropped Kate off at school and headed to all the stores to round up my supplies. I even bought bead board and trim at Home Depot and had them cut it for me to the length and height I needed. I didn't tell Kyle that I was doing this. I wanted to go home and get it all done before he got home from work to surprise him... Yeah right!!!! Hahaha! That was wishful thinking.

The baseboard or wall or something is crooked because the bead board doesn't fit right. One piece of the bead board is a little too long so I need it cut again. Since I knew I needed help figuring out the bead board issue I started painting. I was up on a step ladder holding the gallon of paint and was stepping off the ladder when I bumped the paint can and paint went all over the floor, the door, the wall, the step stool and me! I was standing in a bunch of paint. I had to yell for Kate downstairs to come get me a washcloth. Good thing she was not outside playing! I spent a long time cleaning up and then finally got back to painting. I finished painting, but that darn bead board wasn't done. It was time to make dinner and Kyle would be home. Why are projects in my head so quick and easy? I'll post before and after pictures of the bathroom once it's done.