Yesterday I painted over my bedroom walls. For a very long time, my bedroom was painted with a cloud-like pattern that I had hand-created (a sort of rag, roll, sponging thing.) My husband loved it, because he said it was a cross between living in one of my paintings and the clouds. I liked it too, as it was very soothing and not obnoxious at all. However, the Realtors said that because it wasn't neutral it had to go.
So, yesterday I taped (side note: frog tape is amazing) and then painted and watched my lovely clouds vanish altogether. Of all the things I thought would depress me, I didn't think painting over those walls would have been one of them. I had even been thinking of painting them anyway, although I hadn't settled on anything specific yet. I do know that I would not have painted them the color we ended up with. We had a huge bucket of leftover paint in a sort of slightly yellow cream color. Good paint, expensive paint. Paint that is now on my walls.
And I hate it. I mean, this color would be nice in other areas of the house (if I hadn't already fallen in love with a hazelnut cream color that I painted everything in), but not my bedroom. All I see is yellow. Maybe yellow is just too optimistic a color in the bedroom for someone like me! I'm more of a grumpy purple, I guess.
A friend told me that this is all about disengaging from this house. Painting over parts of it that were "me" helps to distance myself from the property that we built. That my son has lived in his entire life, and the only one my daughter can remember. That sounds very reasonable. It's probably even true. The only thing that's running through my mind, however, is that we had BETTER be moving, because, seriously - yellow?!?! Yes, it's very light, but it's still yellow. Yeeeeellow.
The owner of the house we're interested in has our offer in hand (since yesterday.) There's been no word. We offered a fair offer, choosing not to play games. I know, I assume that was a mistake. We shall see.
I do have two pieces of good news to report in the midst of all of this. The first is that I woke this morning without regrets. I've been a bit dodgy with my nutrition, not bad but not good, and I had gone back to waking up and my first thought being how I regretted my behavior the day before. That was how I woke up for years, and I hate it. I had stopped that for seven weeks, and then last week went to heck and this week was iffy as well. I pulled it together yesterday and I'm back to not feeling that horrible crash of regret moments after opening my eyes. It's a huge motivator for me to stay on track and make excellent choices and not just ones that fit in the calorie goal.
I wish I was exercising this week, but quite honestly I simply don't have the energy for it. I have never been one of those people who gets energy from exercising. Instead, I have a certain amount I can spend each day and I choose how to allot it. Since this week is all out house improvement, I simply don't have it in me to run or lift weights and get the things done that I need to. But I miss it! So, I regret that a little each morning, even if I do well with the food.
The other piece of good news is that we got a vacuum robot! We have wanted one for a while, and we figured if we did get the new house we wouldn't have the money to buy it then. If we didn't, we wanted one anyway!
We're struggling to name it right now. We can't name it Rosie, because that's my mother's name. She would, um, take issue with that. My son suggested Jarvis, and my husband thinks Alfred, but after watching the vacuum hit on my son's R2D2, I think it needs something... flirty.
Any suggestions for a name?
And I have to tell you that I love it. It did such a great job! We have a pet menagerie and teenagers, and if I vacuumed twice a day it wouldn't be enough. Just setting this thing to clean once a day, and it does? Fantastic!