Freckles!

My husband works a very labor intensive job and spent the last year and a half working so hard in order to be able to build and provide a better home for our family.  We moved into our beautiful new house in October, 2011.  My husband is so proud of his new garage.  It is a 3-stall and he had an extra 4 feet added to the length.  Before he set up the dining room table or the couch, he built a workbench in the garage.  He spends an incredible amount of time now sorting different screws and nuts and bolts and nails out there.  He set up a television, heater, and stereo to keep him company while he "works on building stuff".  

I am not afraid of my husband, not even a little bit. He loves me and he treats me like a queen.  But when I started dragging tables, stools, the china hutch, and every other piece of wooden furniture we own out to his workbench he started acting crazy ~ like a little girl protecting her precious dolls. It did not even cross my mind that working in 'his garage' would be invading 'his space'.  I was staining furniture in the garage.  It was too light.  The trim in our new home is dark and the homebuilder left a half-gallon of the stain, so I decided to take advantage of it.   Sounds easy enough, right?  I had so much fun with this project!  I did tend to become a little over-zealous because I really liked the idea of thinking of myself as an 'artist'.  I love that I have been able to transform something 'blah' to 'beautiful'!  I learned so much from this project I feel like a wealth of knowledge!   I learned I need to cover the floor BEFORE I stain.  I learned that stain will soak right through newspaper and and 2 sets of old sheets.   I learned several days too late that most people do not apply stain with a paint brush.

Did you know that stain will fly approximately 12 feet through the air from the workbench to the garage door?  It also travels 6 feet in the other direction to the back door.  The inside of our garage is freckled now.  Soap and water will not remove stain.  You cannot use a magic eraser.  While I was attempting to PRAY the stains away I am positive I heard the Holy Spirit giggling!

I went through every single cleaning supply we own.  I tried everything.  Some of the freckles are lighter, some are smeared, and some are the size of my head.  None of them are gone.  That moment when you realize you have done something really really dumb and now you must suffer the consequences.   The circumstances differ from person to person, but everyone has experienced 'that moment'. 

I had to tell on myself.  It would have been much worse for him to discover the freckles on his own.  I didnt have to pretend to cry - I was sobbing!  He nearly knocked me over to get to his precious motorcycle- which was parked immediately behind my project.  I had forgotten about the Harley.  Oh my it did not look good for me.

My husband stood absolutely speechless for at least 5 or 10 minutes looking around at the floor, ceiling, walls, and doors.  Then slowly he turned to me, shook his head, and told me I may just be the death of him.  Then he told me he loves me and that I did a great job staining.  Then he went into the house and took another blood pressure pill.

Right now I am giving my husband the silent treatment. I am upset because he made a comment tonight about me being too "spacey" sometimes.  It hurt my feelings.

                                                                 

garage door

back garage door

Freckles!