Broken Heart and Backache

About 2 weeks before Thanksgiving, Sheila and I began painting the interior of the house. It all started 2 years ago when we painted the garage. I have dealt with paint all of my adult life and I knew better when I asked the clerk how much paint I would need. As I was walking out the door with 7 gallons of paint I knew I had just had a senior moment. We used 3 gallons. Sheila, being the tight ass that she was called by Gary Kirkland, our banker. was not about to waste that extra 4 gallons. So she started painting the utility room, the laundry room, the entrance from the garage, her closet, and under the stairs. When she finally used up that paint, the rest of the house really needed painting. That's where I came in to the picture. All the trim work had to be painted in the kitchen and bathrooms. Since they had wallpaper we did not paint in there.
We would work during the day and paint at night. Originally the color throughout the house was seashell, which is a very pale pink. You really have to be secure in your masculinity to live in a pink house. We really went dark with earth tones in each room, with three colors in the hall. All the furniture in each room had to be moved and then put back in place. During Christmas and new years we closed the shop and painted day and night for those two weeks. Last Thursday we were finished except for the trim in our bedroom. Two hours and we were going to be finished. Just move the furniture back in and relax.
When I came in from work I did not find Sheila downstairs, so I hollered for her. I'm upstairs she replied, but you're not going to like what I'm doing. My heart dropped, I had been picking up signals for several weeks, and had seen the far away look in her eyes. What am I to do? I did not see any vehicle when I came home. Do I go upstairs, or do I leave? I decide that I am going to be a man and go see what she is doing. By the time I get to the bottom of the stairs, I am feeling very oppressed. It is hard to put one foot in front of the other. Halfway up I can hardly carry the weight on my shoulders. At the top my feet are so heavy I can barely lift them, my heart is pounding like jackhammer. As I walk around the furniture, the silence is overwhelming, the bedroom is empty except for the ladder standing in the middle of the room. Oh no.......there she is in the dressing room. I don't know whether to be mad or fall on my face and cry like a little girl. What am I to do? She is knee deep in wallpaper and I am so tired. Sheila, I thought that we were going to rest up before doing this. Well, she replied, I had a few hours to kill and wanted to see how hard it was going to be, to strip this paper off. Today is Tuesday and we still have 3 to 4 hours in that room and the hall bathroom and the half bath downstairs to do. By the time this job is over I will be an old man.