A few weeks (maybe it's been months? I lose track. Do you know I used to blog DAILY for a while? All the lolz.) ago I posted a renovation reveal and a reader asked me...somewhere, I can't find her comment, mea culpa, to talk about doing home projects with little kids underfoot. Until today, the aforementioned kids have been preventing me from answering that question, which segues nicely into the main theme of this post which is : you are going to have to go really, really, really slowly.
I'm naturally a results oriented person, which is really helpful during labor, btw, but not so nice during normal life when you are a mother and your kids probably fare better eating actual meals rather than scavenging for generic graham cracker crumbs from the bottom of the half empty pantry.
"But I'm PAINTING. Don't you care at all that I am paaaaaaaaaaaaainting???"
They don't. Weird, I know. How can you not care about home improvements complete with before and after pics? I mean how is that even a thing? It's okay. It turns out it's normal for them not to care.
So here's the deal. You will not get all the normal things done on days when you allocate some of your time to a house project. It's not like there is some magical window of extra time that you get when you commit to scraping the orange paint off the baseboards of the guest bedroom. So your laundry won't get washed that day or you won't go to the grocery store or someone will have to bring pizza home for dinner. Maybe all three of those things, to be honest. And you just have to own that. Which is hard! I know it's hard! "Why am I fixing up a house that looks like a pig sty? Isn't the cleaning more important than the fancying?"
Well, yes, I guess. But also no. Because I find that once a room no longer depresses me with its very nature, I am more eager and able to keep it tidy and inviting. When there are water stains on the ceiling and maybe missing vinyl tiles on the floor and perhaps a hole in the drywall where a doorknob was just a leeeeeeetle bit too enthusiastic, it's hard to bother to keep it nice in there because no matter what you do it just never actually looks nice. That can be so discouraging. So in my experience, it is worth it to have a day or seven (not in a row. Never in a row.) where other things slip so you can attack those bigger problems. The good news is that those fixes LAST a whole lot longer than sweeping and dusting, so that is some true winning right there.
UM HOW IS THIS POST SO LONG ALREADY OMG.
Tips. Get to the tips.
1) Expect it take a long, long time (like I already said)
2) Try to do as much while another adult-type person (husband? mother? teenager willing to run interference?) is around as possible.
3) Use my handy dandy paint tray and roller preservation reusing trick, which is as follows:
a) when your alloted hour (or two if you're lucky) of painting is over, pour your excess paint back into the can. Roll your roller into whatever paint is still in your tray. Lay your brush right down there so they can be snuggly little friends.
b) slide the whole kit and caboodle into a plastic grocery (or hardware store, as it were) bag and sort of smooth the plastic against all the things you want to remain wet and not dry out.
c) wrap it all up in a neat little package using your drop cloth as a the wrapping paper.
Ta da! When you unwrap it again in two or three days (I stow my "package" in a storage closet in the upstairs hallway), the roller and brush will be fresh and ready to go. Just dump some more paint in your tray and proceed with your seemingly never-ending project.
Now that I've written all this, I'm seeing that it's probably not as helpful as the original commenter hoped, but I've already tappy tapped it out, so I'm just going to trust that there is someone out there itching to hear something I've said in the last twelve zillion paragraphs and hit publish anyway.
Happy beautifying, friends!