The Un-joy of Painting

With all the housework that myself, Ryan, and Cory have done recently to our new home, I’ve come to realize one thing specifically:  I hate painting.  I absolutely despise it for a variety of reasons:

1.  I’m not good at it.  No matter how hard I try to paint in a straight line and in a consistent motion, I always get off track.  It looks like someone was designing a freeway after I’m done painting with all the different motion patterns on the wall.

2.  It gets everywhere.  It gets on the floor, in my hair, on my clothes and on my skin.  Do you know how painful it is to pull dried paint off of hairy arms.  Very.

3.  It’s the most time consuming task of all house repair.  I’d rather be staining floors, spackling walls, cleaning windows, walls and cabinets, and lifting heavy objects than painting.  The painting process becomes so drawn out and boring that I grow impatient and yawn excessively.

4.  You’re at the paint’s mercy.  It takes long to dry depending on how many coats your doing and you have to almost wait there and watch paint dry on the wall.  That’s the Webster’s Dictionary definition of boring.  Okay, maybe not, but it might as well be.

As many who worked with me during the weeks of house repair could attest, I do suck at painting and hope I never have to do it for a long time.  I will be willing to do anything else, but paint.  I’m not a handy man to being with, and despite having an awesome beard that makes me look like Bob Vila or Richard Karn (he played Al on “Home Improvement” for those who don’t get that reference) I’m anything but a insightful when it comes to home repair.  This recent house repair is near it’s completion and I did learn a lot.  The most important lesson is that Bob Ross was wrong and painting sucks.