Aren't weekends supposed to be relaxing?

The aches of my body are slowly easing, though the eggplant-coloured gash on the inside of my leg, below my knee, reminds me of the weekends torturous events.

The Boy and I started painting his condo.

I pulled rolling duty for four hours of priming and a lot of time scuttling along the floor taping so that I didn’t paint on the floor. All this is after the previous weekend of filling in numerous holes, cracks and dents in the never ending peach walls. My head hurt so much on Sunday, I felt like I was going to throw up. And it wasn't one of those alcohol-induced headaches.

I just have to close my eyes and try to imagine it when it’s done. It will all be worth it. …Right?