The difference a little paint can make

I woke up Saturday morning and suddenly was sick and tired of all the brown in Caleb’s room. So I painted.
When that room was done, I still had a bunch of energy and decided to tackle the bathroom, too. Which turned out to be a much larger job that I had anticipated, but a few cups of coffee got me through.

It’s amazing the difference a little paint can make.

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Hey there, I'm Megan, a Southern girl married to an Eskimo, living in an igloo in Alaska. Okay, so it's not really an igloo, but we have built one for fun! Still, our little home is filled with life and laughter, kids and a dog. And I share those gimpses into our life, the horror stories and the most wonderful adventures, here on my little corner of the internet. I love connecting with fellow moms and sharing our stories with one another. So from me to you, welcome!

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