Photo: It’s crazy and gross here in MetroWest right now, but this morning was beautiful. And thank God, because we really needed to get out of the house…
You know, I was going to write all about the stupid racism going on in the world right now. Seems like there are a lot of really angry old (rich) white dudes out in the world spouting off for no apparent reason…
But I got a question about the playroom and the progress with the paint, so I guess ya’ll are spared! Hurray!
(Seriously, though. This isn’t just ridiculous, it’s almost amusing. And, frankly, I prefer to angry white man who wears his racism on his sleeve over the white man in the suit who will shake my hand, smile at me, tell me I do “impressive” work, but go home and call me a nigger. I’ve worked for both. The later can change your life without you realizing it until months, even years later.)
But let’s talk about the playroom. I was asked if we’d determined if the paint in the playroom actually is lead paint.
And that isn’t the right question to ask.
The current question on my mind is where else is there lead paint in this house?
The tester that we bought revealed that the playroom is just an encased lead paint zone of danger and doom. I’m glad that we decided to be proactive and remove the boys and their stuff from the room. But now that we’re here, working on this problem, stripping out the paint and fixing that annoying hole, our eyes have been to every other part of the house. Where is there paint?
There is paint in the kitchen. And in the upstairs bathroom. And in the downstairs bathroom. And on all of the radiators. And in the mudroom. And on the outside of the house. And on the barn.
That’s a lot of paint, ya’ll.
We have no reason to believe that the paint on the outside of the house is chipping, and it was painted more recently than 1978, so that’s good news. But my neighbor pointed out that if the house had been painted before (we’re sure that it had been), and that paint ever chipped and got into the soil, then that would mean that the soil directly around the house could be contaminated. This all goes for the barn, too. So that cleared out flowerbed where I’ve been letting the boys play is now off limits. 🙁
This week is about finishing up the clean-up and repairs so that next week we can actually paint. So while The Husband finishes the cleanup work (He refuses to let me help with the “dangerous” part of the work because manly. and because sexist. and because “what if we decide to have another kid?” and because my uterus somehow makes me ineligible for such work but his plumbing is somehow immune?? Augh…), I’m sitting around thinking about colors and coordination and stuff. I thought that I’d find inspiration for HGTV or Pinterest or Better Homes and Gardens, but I’m finding a lot of frustration instead… I forgot to check out Martha Stewart…maybe I’ll check there next.
I’m looking at probably another two weeks before the boys are back in their space. In the grand scheme of things, this isn’t such a terrible challenge. We’ve been through worse, right? I mean, there were two weeks when we were only living in the top floor of this house, essentially. It is helpful that we’ve had a few days of nice weather, so we’ve been able to spend large chunks of time outside instead of all crammed into the reduced space in front of the television. Though it raises my blood pressure to see my living room torn asunder by the boys every day, I’m really more concerned about the dangers that we haven’t found yet. What if we go through all of this trouble, take Ursa Minor back to the doctor for his test, and his blood levels are still elevated? Are we doing everything we can to fix this problem? I suppose that I just don’t know what more we can do.
In an email last week, mother-in-law had the nerve to write, “in hindsight, I don’t understand why it didn’t occur to anyone to check for lead paint to begin with.” Because, you know, she’s so damn perfect. Honestly, lead paint was the furthest thing from our minds as we were going through this process. Mostly because we thought that he worst possible thing about lead paint would be a kid picking up at eating it, you know? I guess there is also the assumption that people have done some sort of decorating since 1978… but with a house this old, and with so many other things in disrepair, it probably should have come to our minds… I really hope that we are able to solve this without too much damage done to any of us.
I’m off to look at more color schemes. I confess that I’m not inspired at all, which is odd. Hilariously, this will be only the second time in the entirety of the time we’ve been living together that The Husband and I will go to a furniture store and go shopping. As a matter of fact, this is the first time that The Husband and I have decorated a room from scratch with new items. Our entire house is hand-me-downs, used furniture bought from previous owners of the places we’ve rented, or other free finds from friends or college campuses. The only new furniture in the whole house belongs to the boys: two new cribs, a changing table, and two bookshelves. Everything is so hodge-podge and quirky, which is fun sometimes and ugly at others. I’m excited that we have the opportunity to decorate a room, but I would be lying if I told you that this was the room I was so looking forward to building from scratch.
The Husband and I are really attracted to more traditional decor, deep and dark colors, and elegant things, which is so not the appropriate aesthetic for two young boys. I want too much here: Classic, timeless, elegant…yet bright and cheerful… inspirational for two young boys. But I don’t want it to be cheesy or over-the-top… I think that’s why I hate Pinterest right now. If I see one more picture of a “playroom rules” sign with squishy sugary sweet rules in overdone font, I’m going to throw my computer. Or “Pardon the mess, [children’s names] are making memories.” Blech. I’m sorry, that kinda drives me crazy. Call me hipster, but a) that ish is over done b) that is more about parents than it is about kids. I need something else. I need a room that is beautiful and inspirational for the boys, but a place that still jives with what The Husband and I are going for in our lives and presentation…
Good job, me. Always wanting too much. I’ll keep you posted as progress is made.
It’s Monday and the world is crazy. Let’s see how things shake out with this Clippers thing. I might end up writing about it on Wednesday if the conversation goes in the direction that I think it’s gonna go… See you then!