Colour My World

We have almost reached that point in our renovations where we will be ready to paint by next week. Most people would be excited by this. I am not. This means the queen of procrastination must make several decisions in a short period of time.

At present I have enough paint swatches that I could forgo the painting and instead tile in swatches. Kind of like a patchwork quilt sort of thing. Will probably match everything.

When I started thinking about paint...2 days ago. I realized that every room currently painted in my house is blue or green with the only exceptions being the laundry room and the "70's room" (the only room that did not get touched during our last renovation 3 years ago and still has 70's style wood paneling on the bottom of the wall, fake rock paneling on the top and tiled ceiling). Boy am I exciting with my rainbow of colours. Not.

Since I am design challenged and need to get this task done I went to the paint store - sorry, the paint and accent gallery in downtown Stinkburg for some assistance. The dude behind the counter (dressed all in black - how typical) was more than willing to help and proceeded to throw swatch after swatch in my direction until I stood there with about a dozen shades of the same colours in my hands but not knowing what room they were intended for.

Apparently when I told him the other colours in my home he took that to mean I would like to continue in that same colour template and therefore loaded me up with swatches mostly in blues, greens and browns. I am most thrilled about a yellowish swatch that I'm almost sure was thrown at me by mistake.

Next he gave me a 10 minute spiel on which paint was the best and how to apply it. I don't want to apply it. Thanks for reminding me that it wasn't going to just spontaneously appear on my walls but that I am actually going to have to do manual labour and put it there. I hate painting. I hate painting almost as much as I hate waiting. So now I get to paint, then wait (for it to dry), then paint some more and then wait some more. Sounds like a gallon of fun. Not.

Papa Bear is not making this paint colour selection much fun either. He vetoes my choices when I chose Barbie pink for my walk-in closet. I don't get to paint pink anywhere else. I want to buy pink paint damn it!

I'm pretty sure I'm going to have nightmares every night until I decided on colours of being taped up with painters tape and forced to watch HGTV for days on end. Maybe I'll just take the yellow swatch and paint every room in the addition that colour.

Bedtime Blues

Every night after I tuck my oldest son in and he lays down and falls asleep in a matter of minutes I remember that my 2.5 year old, Fuzzy is not going to be so easy on me. See Fuzzy is anti-bedtime.

It doesn't matter what time you put Fuzzy to bed he is not going to go to sleep for at least 2 hours or better.

Bedtime with Fuzzy starts out promising. He lays down and pulls the covers up to his chin and gives goodnight kisses. Then it goes downhill from there.

First thing he will ask for a drink. After I provide the requested sippy cup of water - WITH ICE he will ask me for a specific stuffed animal - usually the same brown dog but sometimes he likes to mix things up. Then he will ask for a tractor, car, toy phone, bus, book, pillow, action figure, etc. until his entire little blue race car toddler bed is full. At one point this is where the game would end.

The next part is the part the drives me completely up the wall. This game makes me want to poke my own eyes out.
"Mommy?"
"Yes Fuzzy?"
(Fuzzy stares blankly at Mommy for several seconds)
"Mom?"
"What Fuzzy?"
(Fuzzy stares blankly at Mommy for several seconds)
"Mom?"
"What do you need Fuzzy?"
(Fuzzy stares blankly at Mommy for several seconds)
"Mom?"
This is the point where I sigh and close the door.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, MOMMY! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
I open the door
"Mom?"
"Yes Fuzzy?"
(Fuzzy stares blankly at Mommy for several seconds)
"Mom?"
"If you don't tell me what you want I'm leaving"
"I wanna drink"
UGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!

I've tried not participating in his games. He just screams. I've tried just about everything. He just screams.

How is it possible that I have 2 kids that go to bed really well and one that insists on making bedtime complete and utter hell? Any other time he is a copycat and follows his older brother's lead but not when it comes to bedtime. He will even ask "Little Bear seeping? Wee One seeping? Papa Bear seeping?"
and I answer "Yes and Mama wants to go to sleep too but Fuzzy needs to go to sleep first".

If I leave the door open he won't stay in the room let alone the bed. If I close the door he hops out of the bed as soon as it latches. If I leave the light on he plays. If I turn the light out he yells for it to be turned on or gets out of bed and turns it on himself. If I try to ignore him for a bit he lays on the floor in front of his door and yells under the door so that it is twice as loud which then wakes up Wee One.

On very rare occasion Fuzzy has laid down with his sippy cup and his brown dog, stayed in the bed, even asked for the light to be turned off and drifted off in less than a half hour. I don't know how to do this every night. So for now I'm singing the bedtime blues.