TSP (Trisodium Phosphate) actually comes first. And the bleach where we thought the black stuff might be mold...
I'm feelin' the pain, let me tell you.
My hands are D.R.Y. from the cleaning solution. Painfully, crack-fully red and dry.
I probably won't be able to get out of bed in the morning from doing the "I'll just squat here, because if I get on my knees they'll hurt, hurt, hurt" thing.
No, let me amend that.
I'll be able to get out of bed, but I probably won't be able to stand, and I'll fall to the floor assuming the Santa-Across-The-Road position beside the step stool that I'll whack with my toes on the way down.
I should call the Chiropractor... just don't tell my Doctor.
That could be the ONE thing we will have to agree to disagree about. (In that she doesn't like Chiropractors- doesn't approve of them at all, so I'll just not mention that particular vice of mine anymore.)
I told him he'd have to be my Alternative Health Care Affair.
And he laughed.
Then he cracked all my joints and saved me, once again, from being a Twisted Sister.
Ah, the joy.
Where was I... Oh, yes. First came the TSP. Then came the paint.
We have the first coat done, and he's trying to get the corners behind the pantry shelf, fridge and stove done with a second before bed tonight so we can move those articles back into position in the morning and be done with them.
I'll try to do a second coat on the cupboard doors tomorrow.
And the Bananas?
Actually banana and roasted soy nuts. Too much cleaning and painting, and not enough supper. Like I said, I'll have a hard enough time standing up in the morning without adding low blood sugar into the mix.
AND it's snowing outside.
Sideways, hard and fast.
So, I guess all things considered... I would rather be painting...