Monday we were working on our rental house and it was confirmed in my and by my wife that I will never make a living at painting. I have never enjoyed it or been good at it which means that if I had to ever get another job I would starve as a house painter.
We spent most of the day getting our rental ready for our new tenants and the only redeeming factor was that it was five hours of Kid Free Bliss. Grandma graciously offered to watch the kiddies while we slammed out the tasks needed to be done. Who knows how long it would’ve taken with the kids there.
So add painter to the list of Tile layer, carpenter, and telemarketer of jobs that I will be really bad at.