The Reveal

This is the room for now. I still have to sort through the toys to match all the pieces together, hang some pictures, and either refinish the bureau or just paint over it. The latter sounds more attractive at this point.

I bought the curtains, roman shades, futon cover, pillows, rug, the damnable shelves that I had to assemble, and the containers on the shelves all at Target. Yay for Target!!

The toy strategy is that whatever can fit in those containers stays in the room. Whatever surplus stays in the basement until I feel like rotating them to give the kids a "fresh" supply of toys.

We painted all in one day amongst rantings along the line of:

Don't come in the room!
No, don't touch that!
The walls are wet stay out!
No, you can't help.
I don't know when we'll be done.
Don't you come in here!!!!
Aw Jake, you stuck your foot in wet paint!
NO!! Get back here, you're getting paint all over the kitchen floor!!
Give me a fucking break.
(Quotes by Jeff)

So while Jeff is trying to keep the kids in line, I'm calmly painting the window trim without getting impatient with the process, the kids' "involvement", or Jeff's rantings.

I wondered, why am I in such a good mood? Why isn't my blood pressure at boiling range? Why am I laughing at the funny things Jeff is saying? What is wrong with me?

And then it dawned on me: I was under the effects of my "migraine meds".

Ha! So that explained it. Nice, relaxing migraine meds.

Here are the pics of the "after":