Could this be a bad OMEN?

I have decided that my next house project is revamping the bedroom which my grandsons use when they spend the night. It is currently overcrowded with my son's former toys - Legos, G.I Joe vehicles, Micro-machines, Hot Wheels and a sundry other toys from the 90's. I thought once my son outgrew Legos I would never be building

them again, picking them up again, or stepping on them again. But for my grandkids, it's certainly worth it. The room needs to be redesigned more to Kyan and Cole's current age, eight, and less a mish-mash of containers holding all the toys and random posters on the walls.

I think a visit to The Container Store may be a good idea

The project list:

• Clean out closet and paint the interior and trim in the closet (this has to do with the OMEN - keep reading)
• Refurbish the Cargo furniture
• Paint the walls a new color & paint ceiling (Phil's job)
• Install Crown Moulding (uh-oh)
• New bedding and window treatment
• Some innovative storage ideas for all the toys
• Wall decor

Budget: $300

So this week I started with the closet. Seemed simple enough. I took everything out and prepared to paint. Painting the inside seemed to go well and I was pleased at how bright and clean it looked. It was now time for the interior trim and I decided to go ahead and also paint the outside of the bi-fold doors too. I poured the white semi-gloss in the small plastic tray used for the foam rollers which I would eventually use on the outside of the doors. But first I needed a brush to paint the trim on the inside of the closet. I was preparing all this in the garage and planned on making just one trip up to the bedroom. I was carrying the tray full of paint, the brush, the foam roller and a device used to move the carpet from the trim. And therein was the problem. 

While maneuvering everything in my arms, I did not realize that I was spilling paint from the small tray all over the garage floor and my shoe. And because I didn't realize this I proceeded to track said paint all over the garage floor as well. When I discovered what was going on I recited some obscenities silently in my head and began the clean up , which in my little world was on par with the Exxon Valdez oil spill. After I got it all

cleaned up, I gathered all the tools again (which obviously didn't work the first time, but give me an "A" for effort or an "F" for stupidity) and I then proceeded to SPILL IT AGAIN!!! This time it not only went on the floor, but also in the recycling bin! The obscenities in my head graduated to screaming words that, if said out loud, would make Chris Rock blush.

Thankfully, Phil was running errands so I didn't have to listen to a "tsk tsk", or hysterical laughter, or see his eyes rolling in the back of his head. I cowardly left a post-it note on my mess and finished the job I started. Maybe I should leave a post-it for the recycle people among the water and wine bottles.

Hopefully, the remainder of the project will go a bit smoother, but then again crown moulding is involved ...oh lord.