He Doesn't Tape and I Don't Roll

Sometimes I am in awe of the Lord's goodness in giving me the Coach for a husband.
We balance each other in so many ways.
Those of you who are married know what I mean.

The Coach isn't, by nature, much of a detail person.
I am obsessive compulsive in many ways.

Turns out, being OC makes for a lot of overwhelming discouragement.
The Coach's laid back nature is much easier to live with.
Particularly in a house full of children.

So I'm learning to let things go and he's learning to pay more attention to the details.

He's also extremely humble. Anyone who knows him, knows he's always kind and never judges.
I tend to think I'm always right. (Why is this working out to make me look bad?) We had a joke in our house when I was growing up. We'd practice saying, "I don't know." It didn't come naturally. For anyone in my family.

The Coach is also extremely frugal. Remember the milk?
I'm. . . well. . . NOT.

But I'm learning!

Being the baby (and only girl) of three children, with a very generous father did not make me a penny pincher by nature. However, necessity is the mother of invention. And after 13 years of being a teacher's wife and mother to many, I've developed quite a system for saving money.

For the most part, I just don't spend it.

But on the other hand, the Coach is learning one of my family's strongest traits: If you are going to do something, do it well. It's not a great partner to frugality, this quality, but it's possible for them to live happily together.

Just like the Coach and I.

So this weekend we painted the girl's room. Actually, Saturday afternoon.

Is there a sport called "Speed Painting"? Or, "Paint as fast as you can before the rest of the house falls down around you?"

We hadn't planned on doing that this weekend. In fact, when the Coach and I walked Saturday morning we talked about how we might not get to it for a few weeks. I've gotten so laid back that I was OK with that (are you laughing?).

But then after our company left on Saturday afternoon, he said, "I think I could at least get that ceiling painted today."

I should have known.

At one point, he asked me if I was "OK" with the paint we already had. I realized, in a moment, that it was now or never. The paint I had already purchased, or no paint at all. So I took the leap of faith, and said, "Go for it."

By 10:00 PM it was a done deal. And it's beautiful. I'm so happy with it. And it's done.

Well, except for rehanging the pictures and replacing the outlets and light switches, and a new window treatment. (Oh those details!)

Maybe not "done". But certainly PAINTED.

The Coach and I, we've painted a lot of walls. Whole houses full. And we have a great system.
I don't care for rolling paint - it scares me. I would get it all over myself and everything within 20 feet.
He, on the other hand, doesn't care for the tediousness (is that a word?) of taping.
So I prepare the walls, he rolls them and we both cut in the edges.
All in all, it works well.

And it's a good picture of why God put us together. And why we need each other.

But I would have you know, that the head of every man in Christ; and the head of the woman is the man; and the head of Christ is God. I Cor. 11:3

Balance.

PS - Pictures to follow. . .