We had painters coming today.* In preparation this weekend I spent Saturday*night painting the trim in the stairwell and upstairs hallway because it had never been done.* We also have two bay-view windows that were previously painted, but she likes to put some sticky crap down to hold her Christmas displays and fake snow in the winter...and so those have to be sanded a bit and touched up.*This was late last night while I'm busy working on a million things:
Her: "Why don't you sand and paint those bay-view windows tonight?"
Me: "Nah, I'll do them after he leaves."
Her: "You painted the stairwell trim last night, why not fix the bay-view windows while you're at it?* Why is every suggestion I make disregarded?"
Me: "The stairwell trim has never been painted.* If I do it now and make some mistakes in a rush, the painter is just going to paint over the mistakes later.* The bay-view window trim is already painted, it just needs touch ups.* It can be fixed without getting paint close to the walls, so it's not a priority.* I'd rather prioritize the rest of the evening getting*furniture moved away from the walls, dust, straighten things*up, etc so he can work."
Her: "Oh, that makes sense."
We have this same discussion about priorities on a regular basis.* When the painter was coming to do the estimate weeks ago I wanted to clean up the house before he came so it wasn't such a mess.* The wife decided that was a good time to sort through an old box of kids clothes that had been stored away in the laundry room...the painter wasn't even going near the laundry room.