Frustration

You know, I'd had one specific about the paint for the living room at Beacon. One.

It was the one echoed by our real estate agent, back when we thought we'd be selling the place (which we may still try, but renting's looking more likely): don't paint the living room white or off white. It was pretty specific. I was pretty specific.

So what, on looking at the color I had chosen, does my husband do? (Me being stuck at home with the kid, who was a little under the weather.)

Decides he doesn't like it for the room, goes out, buys off white paint.

It's a really, really stupid thing for me to be so angry about, and make no mistake, I'm foot-stomping, wall-kicking, door-slamming mad right now, but for the love of all that is holy, I was pretty freaking vocal about the NO OFF WHITE thing.

The room was off white when we bought the place, and it looked awful. Worse than awful. It's a SE facing room, and the light's always filtered and dim. White or off white paint makes it look oppressive and gloomy and just bad. It accentuates all of the bad of the room, and none of the good. Which is the last thing any part of that house needs right now, when we need to get it pulling at least part of its weight.

Nope, mood not really improving.

I'm not sure what would improve it, outside of running away on a life of crime.