I thought buying a house with a seven car driveway was a boon. It was not.

I spent six hours power washing my driveway, only to realize that I had another 12 hours of work to get it all the same color. My mistake began in thinking that my driveway was a dark gray cement… it is actually white. Had I known my driveway was white, I could have avoided the hassle and realized I needed to pay someone to clean this beast.

Or maybe just sold the house and advertised the beautiful grey cement as a feature.

But I decided that after six hours of labor and some white cement later, I’m committed to this task. My OCD tendencies will not allow this monstrosity of multiple colors to remain. I HAVE to make it all the same color!

12 hours of labor and three days later…

The cement is still multicolored. My back is on fire from leaning over and my forearms feel worse than the time I tried to mow the jungle before giving up. 11 squares of cement on my driveway, each square is a different color. My OCD is slowly driving me insane and covering the worst of the squares with my cars looks crazy because they are parked all wonky. I even called for a few quotes from professionals to come and finish the job.

Those professionals charge a fortune because they know by the time you are calling them you’ve realized you’ll die trying to finish the job yourself. I mean, this job is so intense I think I even see new muscles in my forearms – and I don’t like them.

I’m now debating hiring an artist to come in and paint a mural on my driveway. Someone willing to work for cake or cookies.


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14 replies on “All starving artists welcome here…

    1. We’re a military family; I learned in the first move to always hire the cleaning professionals! Nobody wants to spend six hours scrubbing the house only to be told they didn’t scrub it good enough and they have to pay anyways. Thanks for reading!

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    1. the Hubster knows my neurotic tendencies very well so he said he is going to replace the deck with Trex before he even tries to rehabilitate it. Save himself a lot of hard work. Darn your husband for waiting until you did all that work!

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  1. I say leave it or paint it with cement paint. I too know the devil of OCD and it’s just not fun. I’ve lived in my house for only 2 years and it was brand new built when I moved in and I’m ready to move out and build another because the base boards need painted and there’s a chip in one of my cupboards. Rediculous right? Thanks for linking with #momsterslink :))

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    1. As soon as the Hubster returns his first project will be to paint it (or clean it perfectly). I feel your pain, by year three I want to move, which is so silly- we could just move into a hotel for a week or two while someone does a complete scrub down and painting of the interior house.

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      1. But see I feel like that’s just me being first world class and lazy and not to mention costing money that I’d rather spend on something else! But on the other hand I am getting to old and tired for the cleaning shit. This is why I had so many kids…I was telling my husband, well when we are old and need our asses wiped they can do shifts of less than 3 months between the five of them 🙌🏼 lol

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    1. I ended up slowly correcting it until it was all one color. It took almost 2 months of labor. And now I turn the chore over to Hubster to do annually. Since we get so much rain, we have to do it once a year or it’s so slippery I will fall down.

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