When I agreed to the task of repainting the entire interior of the bed and breakfast, I knew I was signing on to a huge task but I didn't really know. It wasn't until I mentally set aside 3 days to complete one room + bedroom and it wasn't until a week & a half later that I actually completed painting the room that I realized...oh shit. This is a huge project. I'm not complaining because I did quit my job knowing that I would spend a month or so painting before the season really picked up. But! I'm allowed to complain when something you thought would take 3 days actually took 10.
I've met a fantastic group of women here in town and for about 3 months now we've been getting together religiously once a week. I was
bitching talking to them about this all and my sweet friend Lauren offered 3 times to plan girls night at the Mariposa and we'd have a painting night. I felt so horrible at the thought of making them work that I said no 2 times in a row. Finally when she offered the third and final time something in me whispered Take the help you dumb-dumb.
I took the help. I fed them. I got them good and wined up. I gave them paintbrushes and set them free. We had such a great night!
I am so thankful Lauren was pushy enough to offer up their evening to help a friend in need!