My house is a shit hole. Plain and simple. Years of drug addiction, depression, PTSD, kids, lack of cash and chaos has put fixing it on the back burner. Wow, that is a happy, snappy sentence huh? Read on man, it gets better.
Once upon a time, I took pride in my home, like I did my garden. I LOVED painting, decorating, buying furniture, and all of it. But of course, addiction (and maybe a few little kids) robbed me of all of that fun. Instead, I punched holes in my walls, kicked doors, and didn't give a shit.
Not to mention, the kids who start things on fire, pull carpet out, scratch walls, gouge floors, and stain furniture. We have lived here for almost ten years, and we have tore it apart.
There are a ton of projects to be done. And not a lot of cash to do them. Not to mention, Bob's PTSD leaves him with little ambition. I have been just trying to keep it simple. Get the people on track, and the house will come.
Today, however, I am taking a step to start, after almost two years of living in the broken reminders of our meth life, to repair the damages. And I am starting with my dear daughter's room.
So we woke up today to shop for paint. We went to Walmart. I never shop at Walmart, so don't judge me.
We taped everything and started the project together. We even got Bob to get involved. It is still going on, as I am trying to write this post. So forgive me if this is pretty lame, but I am the director, and let me tell you, it isn't really easy. My daughter is a bit of a control freak. I am not sure where she gets that, but really, there is only room for one of us.
Anyway, I'll post pictures when it is done. But I will say that it feels good to follow through and paint her room. I have been promising this for years and today, is the day.
Maybe after we get this project done, it will inspire us to do more. As money becomes available, we can get rid of all of the reminders of the horrible days of meth. I think everyone will be glad.
*Here it is, the finished photos. Hot pink with chalkboard paint. I think it turned out great. I am proud of us. It is a little loud in there for me, but the daughter is happy.