White Nights

Lately, in the evenings after dinner, when the baby is asleep and Kevan is home, I go into the bathroom, pry open the lid to the gallon of paint that sits on the counter and dip a brush into the white liquid. I smear it into the corners and across the walls of baby blue.

I don't have the energy to pull out the roller and the tray, mainly because of cleanup. I only last about fifteen or twenty minutes anyway. And then, when the room is just a little whiter, I run the brush under the water until the water runs clear. I push the lid back on with a tap of my fist.

And then it's time for bed.