I have been to my dad’s house every fortnight to get the house ready for my youngest brother’s bride. My sister and I have been busy sorting out our late mom’s belongings – reuse, recycle or just throw them in the trash. There’s a lot of stuff considering that it was the house we have lived in for at least since we were teenagers. It took us at least 2 different weekends to get that done.

This week we are painting the walls of the guest room. It will be converted into the bridal room. At least until they move into their own humble abode. The room has always been a striking blue and lime green. Now we are going for a pastel colour. After that is done, we can start decorating.

My sister couldn’t help me with the walls today. She has a compulsory PTA meeting. Nor is the future groom, as he was working. So, that meant it was just me doing it. My job for the day was to paint the wall with the sealer. It was tough considering that I am a pretty petite person. I managed the feat in less than 3 hours cause I had to rest and drink water in between. I also bought some wall decor from Mr Diy. Hoping that it will help to cover the cracks and all. So I don’t have a revealing picture of the room yet. It is still a work in progress.

I did realize that painting the wall is hard work. My proximal arm is just aching right now. We should appreciate the good work our contractors are doing for the wall. I think all parts of my body hurt. I tried to relieve it with a massage on the chair but it still doesn’t feel rested. My eyes and neck are also tired from the drive. Perhaps I should turn in early tonight.

All this tiredness. Doing it for free. Maybe this why it is called labour of love.