I have a paintbrush in my hand and I am not afraid to use it

Ah if you only you knew. My husband if he knew what I was preparing to do would be screaming, "Step away from the paint can. Slowly put the brush down. You don't want to do this." He's wrong though, I do. I do want to paint so dreadfully. I love the idea of it. I have scrubbed our white baseboards frequently, but they still seem dirty, so I desperately just want to freshen up the house by putting a coat of white paint on all of the trim. I can envision how nice it will look, so crisp and clean. Unfortunately (and this is what my husband knows) I am a big idea person, but I need someone else to implement my visions if I want them to look like they do in my head. That's not my house, I wish it was though. Because even though I know in theory you should tape off all of the areas you will be painting, ugh who wants to do that? That would take forever. And laying down a tarp under all of the areas I would be working, um that's like everywhere. Remember I want to paint all of the baseboards and trim? But ah....nice crisp white baseboards. Do you see now why I really just need to stop and walk away before I start? I don't have the patience for this job. Let's be honest my husband is going to have to clean up my mess I will inevitably make. But I feel like this would make my house just look cleaner overall. And maybe then guests wouldn't notice the kids' mess because they would be awed by my lovely baseboards and contrasting walls.

What's It Been? 4 years?

Well hello hello! Wondering where I have been for the past 4 years? "It's been the best of times, it's been the worst of times." I have been raising my girls--the youngest was 1 when I last left you. Can I just tell you that reading back through my posts of how tired I was and how she was sick all of the time are so gratifying for me. My daughter was finally diagnosed last summer with PFAPA, periodic fever. This is something she has had since birth. Essentially once a month for about a week she is sick with a high fever (up to 105 F), aching joints, severe stomach pain, and mouth sores. Fun stuff. Now we know it is coming every month and we know why she never responded to antibiotics prescribed. So that has been a big part of my life the last 4 years, dealing with a child that is sick one week of every month. The other fun event has been dealing with my mother who was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's at the age of 64. She is now in assisted living and my day to day life is easier. That has been a learning adventure and I can happily dispense advice to anyone who may need it. My husband and I sold our landscaping company after 8 successful years. Honestly, we got tired of working all the time and are worried about the coming changes to minimum wage laws. I am happy to be back and ready to share stories of my life and good deals or products that I find. A rehabbed seal making it's way home...