Sleepless in Perfectionism
I admit to being too much of a perfectionist. It’s not a good thing when you are dealing with a painting project. At this point instead of focusing on the beautifully painted walls, I find myself instead seeing every imperfection. Paint on a door latchplate. Paint on the tub. Paint on the carpet as it hits the baseboard. Not much in any case. But enough to catch my eye.
I never intended to nickel and dime the painters, but I seem to be mixing into their work more and more, which probably just makes them nervous.
Yesterday I somewhat casually mentioned my pet peeve of unpainted door hardware to the head guy. He assured me that all the hardware would be left exactly as they found it. When we renovated the house 10 years ago, we put in all new hardware -- knobs, hinges, latchplates -- so I know exactly how they found them.
As we were doing a quick inventory upstairs while they were on their lunch break, I happened to look into my green bathroom to see a brush lying on the rug of my bathroom. That would be the rug they got paint on yesterday. They are painting the baseboards in there today, but why in the world didn’t they take the rug out first? And why were they using cardboard instead of drop cloths?
It’s been a long time since I have had trouble sleeping. But last night I lay awake obsessing about every imperfection I had discovered, knowing full well that at least 95% of them were fixable. I hate the thought of having to point out the flaws in anyone’s work.
At this point it’s unclear as to which will win out -- my perfectionist tendencies or the realization that “perfect” and “painting” are not a realistic combination. I probably need to take a nap instead of dwelling on this work in progress.