This morning, son two, son three and oldest daughter painted the dining room ceiling with a couple of coats of ceiling white paint. Lovely. We've been in this sixty-year old house for 20 years and have never done the ceilings. They'd turned a dingy beige that just wasn't working for me anymore.Afterward, oldest daughter washed all of the white woodwork, and the window sills in there. Dishy. And I mended places on the ceilings in the dining room and living room where the paper which was originally on the ceilings had torn (we'd had a leak from the air conditioning unit in the attic which had caused the ceiling messes). Didn't do a super-tidy job of it with the spackle, but better than flecking bits. It's either mend it, or gently tear all of the paper off of the ceiling. No thank you!
Will leave the dining room walls the cranberry they are now, but will buy a can of paint to refresh it. I'd toyed with painting the d/r a light pink, but the expression on my husband's face when I brought it up put paid to that plan. He almost grinned when I said I'd leave it as it is now. A small price to pay for a happy husband. :)
The plan is to have the boys paint the living room ceiling on Friday. The kids will spend some time at my mom's tomorrow (I'll be ALONE!), so I'll putter around here, tidying up our messes. Ah. I can feel the quiet even now.
