Project Planning

What I wouldn't have given for a project coordinator.

Last night, I primed my mother's basement stairs. I thought I was so prepared, listing and checking all my requirements with the sales people at Home Depot and purchasing every thing I needed in advance.

I was so clever, painting the stairs from the bottom up so I wouldn't be caught stuck in the basement with a wet staircase. But after a few steps, mom said, "Look, you've got paint on your pants." Indeed I had. Lots of paint. And on my t-shirt, hands, and arms too. These were my good clothes. I hadn't thought to bring painting clothes to change into.

So mom said, "Take your pants off. The paint is fresh, I can scrub them clean right now." So I did. When I was done painting, mom had got the paint off my pants and put them in a plastic bag because they were soaking wet. Then The Boy phoned looking for a ride home. I realized I was in a quandary.

I said to The Boy, "I am ready to leave so I could pick you up. There is only one problem: I have no pants on. I can't go inside to get you. You'll have to look out for me and come outside."

Well that was premature distress. Thank god for technology and the fact we now both have cell phones. The Boy said, "When you get here, call my cell and I'll come out." Then mom gave me a pair of her pajama bottoms so I at least had something to cover my legs with. That's how I picked up The Boy and came home.