Today was busier than it was supposed to be. Late last night, I had the amazing idea to paint the basement ceiling for the hubby as a Father’s Day gift. The kids and I already got him some goodies, but this would be a little extra on top of that. In my head planning, I factored in what all I would need to get from Home Depot…a coverall, an aspirator, and a commercial paint sprayer rental.
In the meantime, we did the usual…breakfast in bed and gifts.
After the usual, I went on over to the Depot to pick up my items. When I got home, things were slow going. I still had to tape up and wait for the hubby to get the paint sprayer out of the car and into the basement. #ThatJokerWasHEAVY
As I journeyed to the basement, the hubby said, call me if you need anything. Now, why would I do that? I have it all mapped out in my head what I need to do and how this will go. Trusting my ambitious head…big mistake!
For starters, taping up is a job within itself. One in which I wish I did last night while I was busy mapping this madness out in my head. Yeah, this is madness now. No longer a cute Father’s Day gift. I taped up the section I wanted to start tackling and went to fire up the sprayer. #HELP The first call to the hubby, after vowing not to, was made. He got the sprayer going and primed, then it cut out. After trial and error, he realized the sprayer was pulling so much juice it was tripping the fuse. #SugarHoney
Eventually, the sprayer was working consistently. First thing I noticed, though, was the smell of acrylic dryfall paint is HORRIFIC! I can smell the paint through the aspirator. The basement has windows, but they don’t circulate a lot of air. I had to take several breaks just to not die!
As I painted, though, I struggled to find the right spray setting. #HELPNumber2 The hubby came down and got the mode right. Everything was good until my goggles started fogging up (later I learned that was paint dust) and I started hearing and feeling dripping. While the mode was set to mist, it was still coming out too heavy and dripping after a few coats. #SugarHoneyIced A little backstory here, the guy at the Depot asked me what type of paint I was spraying. He searched high and low and found the tip that I needed. Sooooo…I should have been good! #ShouldHaveAreTheKeyWordsThere
If all of the drips on the floor weren’t bad enough, I got drips on my hair. My newly done hair that was supposed to be covered by the coverall‘s hood. #NOPE Why I didn’t think to wear a bandana too is beyond me!
The journey to paint the ceiling went on for hours. With the need to take multiple breaks, it was nighttime before getting to the last leg of painting…and I was spent. The hubby had been offering to help all day and I kept declining. #StubbornAndStupid I finally let him help and it was too dark to do much. The electricity was shut off to safely paint, so we ended up bringing my living room lamp down and getting light from the other side of the basement where power could be safely on. Wait…did I mention that at this point only a 3rd of the basement was mostly covered? Yeah, almost 10 gallons in and I did not make it all over the basement! #WTF
As the hubby painted what he could with the rest of the paint, I was super disappointed in what was completed in real life versus what all I had accomplished in my head. #LessonLearned
Here are a few pics of the journey…
Oh, and I asked the hubby plain before he got it in him to paint the walls…Are you SUUUURE you want to paint the walls before the ceiling?
Welp, the painters we hired to fix it have their work cut out for them!
#AnotherLessonLearned
