When we bought our first house, we went to the house every night for a week straight, to paint.
In every room.
Eric would always get there before me. And I would stop and bring dinner for us. And we'd scarf it down quickly before getting to work with the paint.
Eric always starts his day much earlier than me, so he'd usually leave me for an hour or two by myself while he got a few hours of sleep.
Just before I would call it a night, I would sit for a little while, just listening to the paint settling into the walls.
That and just being thankful. For everything.