I know you’ve had a day when things weren’t going right. We’ve all been there. Well, today was special in a WHAT MORE COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG kinda way.
I had one goal for the day. Finish painting the new shed. I’ve not shared the building of this shed with you, because I wanted it to be all spiffy and cute before I showed it to ya. A little Chicken Mama surprise.
Painting around animals is a risky proposition. The barnyard is one big open space. I have one gate that keeps them in the coop/old shed area and out of the barnyard area. To paint, I needed everyone behind that gate. Actually, that’s not totally correct. To paint DOWN LOW, I needed them behind the gate to keep them out of the wet paint. But to paint UP HIGH, I only needed the patience to deal with curious animals while I tried to balance on a ladder perched on decidedly uneven ground with paint cup and brush in hand. (Did I mention they all hate that gate and tend to complain when they can’t see what’s going on?)
Anyway, I broke all painting rules and painted the top half of the new shed with the help of Brandy and Jessie circling my ladder, then shooed them all behind the gate, closed it and started on the bottom half.
This worked until Doink became impatient. I had one section of wet paint left – the back side of the shed facing the fence. But Doinkman was now screaming his head off. (If you haven’t heard an impatient pig, just imagine very loud nails on a chalkboard.) I ran around and got the ladder to block off one end of the wet paint area and a board to block off the other.
Then I opened the gate. Both Brandy and Jessie IMMEDIATELY rushed the wet paint blocking devices. It was like they had a homing device to the exact spot I wanted them to ignore. I spent a good five minutes trying to get them interested in something else. Lordy, they are single-minded animals, those goats. But finally they wandered off, leaving me exhausted and vaguely triumphant.
Vaguely triumphant lasted about two seconds – until I saw Doink. In the panic of trying to get the wet paint blocked off and let him out so he would stop screaming, I had put down my paint cup and brush. Which, while I was dealing with the goats, Doink decided to explore with gusto.
I now had a yellow paint-covered pig. Panic ensued. Maybe he’ll let me hose him off? NOOOOOOO. Let’s just say there was water, resistance to water, treats that did not help, and unintended paint on a chicken. He is one smart pig and quickly became wary of my every effort to remove the paint.
To make matters worse, I had on my winter work clothes (it was still cool when I started around 9am) consisting of a stylish paint-covered turtleneck and jeans from the 70′s. It was now mid-afternoon and almost 80°. I was wrestling with a pig and was the most uncomfortable person on the planet.
But I regrouped BECAUSE I’M SMARTER THAN THE PIG. I’ll change clothes and finish painting, I said. So I ran inside, grabbed the red paint I purchased for the doors and did all that “cutting in” detail work that’s better left to paint professionals. I did UP HIGH and DOWN LOW, putting my body between the curious goats and the shed until the paint had dried. YES, I said! My pig is yellow but I finished the job!
Then I stepped back to survey my handiwork. It took me about one millisecond to realize that I had painted the doors the wrong red, the fire-engine red, the one I bought and hated. The correct color, the barn red, was still in the kitchen. Maybe I’m not smarter than the pig after all.
Oh, yes, it was that kind of day. All I can say is thank goodness it’s over. Oh, and thank goodness for margaritas and ibuprofen, too.
(Shared at Simple Lives Thursday, Home Acre Hop, Down Home Hop, Backyard Farming Connection, Tuesdays With A Twist, Maple Hill Hop, Homestead Barn Hop, Clever Chicks Hop, Simple Saturday, Farmgirl Friday, Old Fashioned Friday and From the Farm Hop)