Day 37 and I will admit defeat. I pushed too hard this weekend and I am paying for it. My body is wrecked, bruised, aching, creaky and covered in patches of damp proof paint similar to gloss paint.
The 'big revel' was a bit of an anticlimax as on top of the super long days I had to drive an hour and 15 to go get them from the bus and by the time we got back it was 12.30am and we were both barely awake. It went a bit like this but please don't add any happy inflection, think flat dull monotone
daughter 'mom you did my whole room. It looks amazing'
me 'didn't get to do the ceiling and look at this wall it's all uneven'
daughter 'still looks great'
me 'yeah I suppose'
So not the great emotional 'Extreme Makeovers' moment I hoped for but by then I was too tired to care. Stepping back today it does look good and as ThirstyStill commented perfect only exists for a moment. Within a week or so there will be scuff marks on the walls and some strange mark on the ceiling no one will know how it happened or what it is. I did it to make her happy and input my heart and soul into it. I wouldn't have managed it in between drinking in the evening and might only have done one coat of paint and not got the imperfect bloody wall as good as I did mange to get it. I can live with that imperfect wall because I did my best, I gave it all I had and I could have done no more.
This was for me some kind of penance for all the half assed, sloppy, barely good enough crap I have made my daughter put up with over the years. She doesn't know all that but this was my way of saying 'You deserve this time spent on doing it properly. You deserve a lovely bright finished room you can proudly have your friends in. You are good enough for me to dedicate my blood, sweat and tears to. And I am sorry for any times you may have felt your needs/wants were postponed, delayed or forgotten because I had a glass of wine I prioritised over you. Please accept this as a small token of my apology for not doing this regularly and without complaint. You just deserved better'
Hopefully she will feel a little of that coming from the corners and cracks.