Spackling, Sanding, and Painting OH MY!

Last year Sherwin Williams saw some stuff I did and said “Hey, we like your stuff, have any more projects coming up?”

Duh. So they sent me some gift cards to buy paint for my next project.

Now, I finished my sons room and have gift cards left over ($75) so I’m giving them away. Maybe you have a themed room you want to do. Just leave a comment to be entered. :)

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We know how I like to do a themed room right?

I knew my younger son’s theme was going to be sports so I had put a few items on his Xmas list last year knowing that we were going to redo his room over school break.

Ha. hahahahahaha.

Then we all got sick.

THEN I thought I’d have it done by spring break.

FYI- I am the worst at time management ever.

In my defense, I’ve been sanding for approximately 3 months.

Why you ask? Because his last room had a chair rail that now didn’t fit into my design. (I just used the word “design” like I have some sort of method. I’m adorable)

So I took off the chair rail and WHOBOY did that make a mess.

Sanding

Honestly, at this point I was already to put the house up for sale.

“House for Sale: Comes with 1000  feet of sandpaper”

Once I had the wall ready for paint, I took one look at that black chalkboard paint and cried. Not really, but honestly I just didn’t feel like priming the black.

I ignored the nagging primer voice and headed to the paint store.

I have used Sherwin Williams paint for years and I always use the Super Paint line. Why? I find that it’s not too thick when I free hand and that is important to me. I told the man who worked there my black wall issue and he suggested the Emerald line. Since they had sent me gift cards, it felt like a no brainer. It’s more expensive than what I normally spend on Super Paint but it was on sale. In the end it wasn’t that much more, and I still didn’t feel like priming or buying primer either for that matter.

I don’t even have to tell you how the Emerald paint went down. Look for yourself.

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Photo is unedited if you couldn’t tell because junk all over the floor.

This is ONE COAT of paint. No priming. Now, I didn’t expect it to cover in 1 coat but I can tell you it did cover completely in two coats. NO PRIMER. Over black. Color me Misty.

That’s the color by the way. Misty 6232

I picked a pretty neutral background because we were going bold. Sports Bold.

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Room 7 (1 of 1)

Room 3 (1 of 1)

 

Room 1 (1 of 1)

Room 2 (1 of 1)

Note his roller blind.

I put the City of Chicago skyline on it and it’s my favorite thing about his room.

Room 4 (1 of 1)

Close up of window blind.

Room 5 (1 of 1)

OF COURSE I had to make it glow at night.

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Sherwin Williams sent me gift cards to buy paint. They didn’t tell me what to do because we know that I’m not very flexible. They also didn’t even ask me to write about them but I was going to anyways so these are my own words and opinions. I’m giving the gift cards away on my own because I like to paint and want to help you paint too. I chose the Emerald paint as a trial and absolutely see a difference so I liked it on my own but you can get whatever you want. Paint On Friends.

 

Dear Parents of Teenagers

Dear Fellow Parents of Teenagers,

I’ve recently joined your club having just departed the preteen crazy train.

What. Was. That by the way?

I understand the crazy train is about to turn into the demon rollercoaster ride for the next handful of years.

But I’m ready.

I’m ready for the highs and lows. The emotions and turmoil.

Even the moments that make my head fall off my shoulders and roll into the gutter with disbelief or misunderstanding.

I’m ready for the socially awkward moments.

I’m ready for possible crushes and heartbreaks.

I’m ready for the trouble that these years might bring.

I’m also ready for new conversations with other parents and their hardships too.

You see, I’m strengthening my village right now. This is the only way that this is going to work for all of us.

Together.

So I want to promise you a few things.

I promise to adore and care for your children. I promise to redirect them when needed. I promise to not back down from those awkward conversations I might have to bring up with you.

I hope you will do the same for me. Please. I need you too.

Our kids are good. They are our future. Just think of the future they can all have with us working together to ensure their safety, care, and growth.

I’m here for you. I hope you’re also here for me.

Love,

A New Teenager Parent.

How I Failed at Gifted Advocacy

My son is about to turn 13 and I have been failing at gifted advocacy for about 10 of those years.

“Wait, did you just say failing?”

Yes. Yes I did.

Since I only have a handful of years to continue failing him, I thought I’d share with you all the ways I went wrong.

I didn’t start early enough.

B taught himself to read at 2.5. By the time he was in preschool he was pretty much reading chapter books independently. For some reason I didn’t want to mention this to his teachers in fear of “showing off” or something.  I guess I thought they would figure it out on their own. Once I realized they didn’t (which was over a year later), I did mention something and he was placed in a grade up reading group.

 

I empowered my son to speak up when he wasn’t satisfied with his education.

I didn’t want to become “one of those parents” who thinks their kids need to be pushed into MORE so when B had a complaint about school we role played how he could approach his teachers with the problem.

This sounds like a good idea right?

It failed. EVERY. TIME.

I’m not going to get into details of how my son was treated when he tried to advocate for himself but I’m here to tell you that it’s not a good idea.  If I could do it over again, I would BE THAT PARENT over and over again.

 

I used too much WD 40.

It’s hard to believe that I wasn’t the squeakiest wheel but I’m here to tell you that I wasn’t and in turn missed out on opportunities that were given to the squeakiest.

I’ve since thrown all the cans away.

 

I didn’t get actionable items in writing.

I can’t tell you how many hours we had meetings with well-intended educators, to collaborate on paths we can take to support B in his educational journey. These educators have come up with excellent ideas worth executing. We were so on board we would leave these meetings feeling GREAT.

::a month passes by::

Nothing happens. Not. One. Thing.

With nothing in writing I had nothing to follow up on except words in air.

 

I assumed being involved would allow me to have all the knowledge I would need.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am 80% more informed about our local education programs than the average person but that 20% I don’t know sometimes has the information I need.

This may all make me sound angry and bitter but I am not. Our educational journey has not always been a smooth road but it’s been our road.

Our number one success in advocacy is listening TO our child. What does he say about school, what works for him, what does he want. What are his goals?

When we combine listening to our child with efforts to advocate for him, we aren’t failing. We are parents.