Saturday, June 23, 2012
Itís been 32 Ĺ years since we made those vows. On days like today, Iím not so sure Iím willing to let him make it to 33. Okay, not really, but Iím am thoroughly disgusted with him today.
We bought a second rental house around the first of the month. I REALLY didnít want to have to help renovate it, AND heíd not ask for my help. He talked as if everything was going well. Then about a week ago, I dropped by to take a look. OMG! He had been rushing through and doing a terrible job on the painting. He had patched holes where a bunch of pictures had been hung, but then painted over it without sanding well. GrrrÖ.
He also wasted too much time trying to figure out how to save the woodwork (and not paint it). It really wasnít fancy enough, and some of it just wasnít in good enough condition.
Anyway, I decided that I will HAVE to go and at least help with the painting. So today, I head over, and a closer look just about puts me in tears (well, it DID actually). He has just been doing things haphazardly with no organization or plan.
I guess I really have to blame myself to some extent, because as I reflected on it (during my pity party), I remembered that in the 32 plus years that Iíve known him, heís NEVER been detail oriented. In the house we live in, every major project heís done has been left unfinished because when it gets down to the details, he tends to stop and start another project. How stupid could I be to forget such a thing? I mean all I have to do is take a look around my house, lol.
I'm feeling a little better, so I guess Iíll just pick up the pieces best I can and move on.