Could I BE any more sore?

Answer...probably, but right now when it hurts so much to sit down I can't think I could.

I've wanted to paint rooms in our apartments for a long time. When we lived in Dallas we weren't allowed, so it was an unrealized dream. When we arrived in San Jose I found out that if we wanted to paint the house that was fine, but we'd need to have it painted back - SOLD! The living room and dining room were painted less than six weeks after moving here. I've thought for the last 10 months that it would be really nice to have the bedrooms painted as well.

With #3 coming the desire to paint has gotten stronger. So this past weekend Malachi, Simon, and I went to EPA, a Superferreteria (think Lowes), I had the colors for Simon and the baby's room picked out, and I asked Malachi what he wanted (WARNING: Never let your 5 year old pick the colors, unless your 5 year old has an uncanny way with colors). We bought the paint, and some painting tools and took them home. We originally had plans to go to the beach on Monday (was that just yesterday?) with our day off but with the highway closing none of us wanted to make the trek.

So Monday turned into painting day, a.k.a. killing Sara's body day. I started at about 7:30 a.m. and I taped and primed the walls. Then once that was dry, I had John help me put tape up to mark where the third color (the horizontal stripe) would go. Then I painted the two main colors in both of the rooms. In total that was one coat of primer in both rooms and four different colors between the two rooms. With all of the bending, squatting, standing, stretching, taping, and painting my body was so over it by the end of the day, which was shortly before 6:00 p.m...I think.

I was so, so happy that we had already scheduled a masseuse to come. By the time I cleaned myself up, John was half way through his massage. I started reading The Stainless Steel Rat by Harry Harrison. When I reached page 25, the masseuse was ready for me. I had an amazing one hour massage and shortly after went into a deep sleep until Malachi came in this morning at 5:40.

I had a busy day at work today and came home with a headache and nausea, but I decided to do the second coats in Malachi's room before dinner anyway. Out of breath and with a worsened headache and nausea I sat down at 6:00 p.m. and after a bit went for the Panadol (acetaminophen). Pizza was delivered about two hours from ordering, and was enjoyed by the whole family. The kids went to bed, and I've been watching recorded episodes of Chuck and Castle and writing this blog during that. Now...I'm ready for bed.

Good night.