Well we had another painting day saga today.
It started well I painted the one remaining wall in the pale pinky colour mum got for 3 of the walls and then we were onto chimney breast. Mum still didn't like the colour she had bought for it, it was too pinky. So we went in to shed to look at what other colours we had to mix together, we found a few pinks and a beige and I started mixing.
We had a mini row when I said one of the pinks was her bedroom wall colour and mum said no it wasn't because her bedroom is red! She made me go into bedroom so she could point out the red. Its not red its a deep pink and a medium pink, the medium pink was colour I'd just told her about. So she wasn't happy with that, but I tried to make a joke about it and got back to mixing.
She was getting stressed while I was mixing colours saying its too beige, too pink, too dark, too light and we ended up with about 6 patches of different colours on wall. Then I mixed one mum thought she liked but wanted to see it when it dried so I went clean up my paint tray and brushes etc from other wall, mum came and watched me for a bit then she went to sit down in room.
When I went in room I saw mum was sat on the sofa with plastic sheet on that I'd covered so I could sit down without risk of any paint that might be on me getting on sofa so I asked mum if she'd mind swapping sofas so I could sit on sheet one. Well you'd think I'd asked for her last rolo or a limb or something, she set off shouting at me for moving her. Why didn't I sit there? cos I don't want to get paint on uncovered sofa, Why didn't you sit next to me? Because the cushion is on that seat, Why don't you move cushion? Cos it meant lifting cover and I just thought you wouldn't mind moving back to where you were sat before. On and on she went for about 1/4 an hour. Then we sat in silence for half an hour, before we started talking proper again.
I made a cup of tea for us and smiled a lot and asked if she liked any of the colour patches on the wall and guess which one she picked? ???
The patch of the original colour I'd painted on Wednesday that she said she didn't like
I didn't tell her that, I just painted a bit next to other colour from the 3 walls to check she was happy with them both together and she was, so I got on and painted front of chimney breast. Unfortunately as we'd wasted over an hour mixing, arguing and sulking it was 4 o'clock when I started on chimney breast and we have dinner at 6 so by the time I'd done 2 coats on the front and I didn't get chance to do the little wall at side of chimney breast before dinner so I'll do that bit in the morning.
Mum kept saying how much she liked both colours while we were having dinner which hubby and I had to smile at after all the fuss she'd made about not liking the chimney breast colour before. She still doesn't know its the original colour she bought for it. ?
When we got in there were 2 missed calls from Mum so I rung her back and she asked where I'd been. She didn't know it was me who had been today and thought she hadn't seen me for ages and was going to get mad at me cos she was upset she'd not seen me. She had lost who I was a few times in last couple of hours I was there but seemed to know me when I left about 1/4 past 7. When she realised it was me who'd been going she was sorry she didn't know. I told her not to worry its just cos she'd tired. She kept saying she thought it was someone else who kept going and she was sorry she didn't remember it was me. And saying thank you for painting and that she loved me. I told her I loved her too and it didn't matter cos she knew me most of time and I wasn't bothered so I hope I reassured her it didn't matter enough for her to settle down tonight.?