It is somewhat of a cliche to spend a Bank Holiday weekend on DIY, but then 3 days uninterrupted by childcare needs are an opportunity not to be squandered.
Our playroom is now a pristine and gleaming white space. When I replace all the boys belongings tomorrow, it will revert to its usual self. But with fewer crayon marks and blu tack stains on the walls. There is comfort in the prospect of familiarity.
The downstairs bathroom is another case entirely. It has taken three coats to cover up the former deep green incarnation. I never loved the green, but was tethered to it, knowing it was a choice which made sense, fitted in with the tiles I had. But going with a practical decision somehow never made my heart sing. The white is a clean slate, a blank page.
Knowing how long it took to get back to zero makes me doubly nervous about the metallic silver that today has in store. But we will paint on, regardless of my fears. Because that is the plan. And sometimes taking a risk can be very liberating.