Last night it was all about colors. I'm trying to pick out colors for our new house. I'm not a beige sort of person when it comes to wall colors. I like colors that make me happy, colors that make me smile. I currently have an orange kitchen and a blue bathroom. And while the idea of picking out new colors is somewhat fun, I don't want my new house to look like someone on hallucinogenics painted it. The colors need to blend and work together.
I'm running into some problems though. Firstly, even though the house is ours, we haven't had our closing yet which means that we don't have keys. And, if you didn't know, when you are choosing a color, you have to see it in the room that it will be in. It's like putting on lipstick in the store and feeling fabulous and then walking outside and seeing your reflection in your rear view mirror and wondering what happened between the store and your car. Colors can look completely different depending on the lighting.
Secondly, the last time we moved, I didn't have three kids. Have you ever tried to walk through Home Depot and pick out paint colors, floor tiles, and granite with preschoolers and a baby? I don't recommend it. Jem was spinning Caia in circles in her stroller while Truett climbed up on step ladders that were conveniently left behind by staff. They climbed on lawn mowers and opened cabinet doors while Sam and I discussed which color of tile would show the least amount of dirt. (That's my criteria for everything in my kitchen - how well does it hide dirt.)
So now I'm having dreams of all the things that I'm stressing out about during the day. Last night was the colors and the night before it was that I had measured the width of our fridge incorrectly and all of our kitchen plans were now wrong. And while I toss and turn, Sam sleeps like a rock. Something is wrong with this picture and I'm starting to think that it might be me.
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