But I will say this: we had a hole in our wall. And it got there because of a not-so-fortuitous coming together of my husband, a potty-training two year-old, a bathroom shelf, an elbow, and a whole lot of poop. I'll leave it at that. (Although I will note that I was not at home at the time.)
So, yeah, back to the hole in the wall. Considering that my younger daughter is now just about six, the hole's been there for quite awhile. How did we let it go so long, you ask? Well, you know how when you don't have time to deal with something you can kind of put blinders on until it's been there for so long that it just becomes part of your landscape? Well, that's pretty much what happened with the hole. It's not that it didn't bother me; I just trained myself to ignore it.
Well no more! With many thanks to my dad, the hole is repaired. My dad found this patch thing at Home Depot that has adhesive on the back. You stick it over the hole and let it dry. Then you spackle and paint. Voila! Obviously we are not the only folks with unwanted additions to our walls.
If you look really closely you can still see the outline of the patch. Despite that I think it looks pretty good. But most of all, it looks nothing like a hole anymore.
I will admit that there's a small part of me that misses the hole. It was such a part of our lives for so long - and it was quite a conversation piece. But most of me is pretty darn happy to have it gone. Of course after painting that wall, the rest of the living room/dining room area looks dirty and dingy and it's obvious that the whole thing needs to be painted.
But that's a project for another day (or another week, or possibly for a professional).
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