Just Call Me a Bouncing Donkey

Captain Ahab and The Nana have always called me “Pooh”.  There.  The cat is officially out of the bag.  We shall never speak of this again.

Except for today.

Sweetman, after dating me for a little, and hearing all about this “Pooh” business, determined that I was much more like Tigger – full of way too much energy and enthusiasm for his Eeyeore-ish, don’t wake me before 11 a.m. personality.  Thankfully, he also determined we paired up pretty nicely and that I was a “keeper”.

I have my sunshiney moments.  Doesn’t everyone?  But since becoming a mother, they often seem perfectly juxtaposed with my downward facing dog moments.  And I’m not talking about Yoga here peeps.  I find this frustrating.  I’d like to be all “even steven”, like Sweetman.  But, my nature is a bit more, um…outward. Yeah, let’s go with outward. Throw in a few mid-month hormones, and… SHOO-EE, things get exciting up in here.

Well, things got a little, ahem, “exciting” around here yesterday. You see, there have been three, differently colored, 1 foot by 1 foot paint swatches on the wall of the front foyer for, oh, let’s just say somewhere in the ballpark of 8 months now. I had consulted everyone who walked through my front door numerous friends on the three choices and had arrived at a nice medium rubbed grey. I finally, finally, bit the bullet and got to it yesterday. It should come as no surprise, then, that I went from elation, over having enough time and energy to finally paint the foyer this week, to utter despair upon finding that the paint color is NOT a rubbed grey.  No. It’s not.  And, more unfortunately, I didn’t really “get it” until I’d painted the entire space.  All. Day. Long.

Sweetboy summed it up quite nicely when he walked downstairs this morning. “Mama, I LOVE the new blue foyer.”  Rats!  But, in case his color picker is off, you tell me.  Is this a rubbed gray looking color to you?



So, of course as soon as poor Sweetman walked in the door from work, I gave him a dramatic rendering of the situation to rival any Downton Abby episode.  I assure you.  To that he replied,  “Ohkaaaaaay.”  I was clearly no longer Pooh-ish or Tigger-ish, but solidly in the Eeyore camp.

For some odd reason, this whole exchange tickled his funny bone. “I love you my little bouncing donkey.”, he said. Now, it’s hard to be mad when your husband calls you “little” anything, am I right? But this made me madder than a hornet.

“I just want the walls to be grey!”, I declared with what teeny tiny oomph I had left.

I asked him to go check out the color.   He took one quick look and confirmed that they were indeed blue.

So, this donkey bounced her keester right on up to bed, praying for renewed strength right up until my head hit the pillow. “Please Lord, you can turn water into wine.  Please, turn my blue walls grey!” I pleaded.

I woke up this morning feeling much better. Re-energized and Tiggerish, in fact.

Until I came down the stairs and saw the blue walls. Sigh…

Bouncing donkey, indeed.

Should I repaint them now?  Should I wait until the Spring?  Will I want to bother come Spring? Can Lowes come repaint for me since I am convinced they mixed my paint color wrong? Does a paint color really matter?  Questions, questions…

19 thoughts on “Just Call Me a Bouncing Donkey

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  2. I painted a room in my house gray, and it took three tries to get it right! But once we got it right, I’ve loved it! In fact, I love it so much, I want to bring the color into our living room, which ironically, is blue:) I’ve been tired of the blue for a long time. I definitely think it’s worth getting it over with now while you’re in the painting mode and trying again! 🙂

  3. Ugh, so sorry that it was not what you thought it was going to be! I think that repainting is a good idea if you can. And if not, then you can use it for spiritual growth. 🙂

  4. Did I ever tell you the story about my lovely dining room that came out looking lime green? It didn’t look lime green in the bottle, but with the lighting things changed. I had to repaint. And, it was not a painless process as I had an Easter deadline fast approaching. But, I am happy to say I like it now. Even thought the paint job was not “perfect.” I say repaint. Love ya. I feel your pain.

  5. Oh my dear friend. I feel your pain. Picking paint colors is downright awful work. I like the color, but concur that you should bite the bullet and repaint if it’s gonna drive you bonkers. Your home should be a place where you can recharge and enjoy your family, not be driven crazy by the wrong paint color!

    • I know you know zactly what I’m talking about here, Ally! Oh yes, I do. 😉 Your point is a brilliant one. My painting hand doesn’t agree, but a good one all the same. Sigh…

    • My hair IS clean. Sadly, the shower cap bit the dust about the eleventieth time I reached up with painty fingers to scratch my hair. Thank the Good Lord the shower cap was on! And, sigh… maybe I’ll hate it less the longer I contemplate repainting??? 😉

  6. Repaint now! Or you will be hating on that color for three years like I am with my playroom!!! (Hmm, also a Lowes bust. I’m suspicious!)

    Though it’s a perfectly lovely color that may grow on you? Who knows!

  7. I feel your pain. I am the queen of painting things the wrong color, hence the reason my entire house is white. I’ve given color a break lately. Oh, and if you ever decide to go green, I’ve got a 5 gallon pail for you. Ya, painted the entire hallway before realizing it made me want to barf. I think my husband still secretly holds those 5 gallons of paint against me. 😉

    If you really want gray, repaint, but this blue is certainly a lovely shade.

    • I felt pretty nauseaus immediately, actually. 😉 And as to the offer, you are too kind, FringeGirl! I’m hoping, oh-so-hoping, that they’ll look more grey-ish in a few days. Hope is a belief in things not yet seen, right???

  8. Yes, it does matter. I’ve been exactly there and if you wait to repaint you will silently curse every single time you glance at the wall. It’ll eat you up inside and turn you from Tigger-to-Eeyore-to-Shrek. (Not that I’m speaking from experience.) 😉 I think the color is just lovely, but I get when it doesn’t look in reality like it looks in your mind, it just might drive you to glug-glug.

    • Zactly (on the glug-glug) and HA on the Shrek. I might have looked a tad Fiona-ish, as I was retelling poor Sweetman, come to think of it. 😉

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