The weekend

Saturday Paul decided to paint 2 of our basement walls. He used some sort of basement paint. And we found that basement paint is a bit more "fumey" than regular latex paint.
It was horrible.
I thought we were all going to die from the fumes. I had gone out for a girls night and while i was out Paul texted and said, "We're staying at your parents tonight." (they are out of town, so that worked well!)
So yesterday I went home to get some things and it was still awful in there. I grabbed a pan of leftover crescent chicken for us to eat for lunch. When I got it back to my parent and opened it up and took a bite, it literally tasted like paint fumes! It was that bad. (Paul did say that after they ate he had left the meal out on the counter for a bit before putting it in the fridge. So that's when it picked up the fumes. The rest of the food in the fridge is fine.)
So we stayed again last night at my parents. Went to put Brigg's clothes on that had been IN HIS DRESSER and they smelled of paint fumes. (his room is right above the room where the painting occured.)
So I have lots to deal with at home. I stopped by the house this morning after dropping the kids off at school and it is much improved. Hopefully by tonight it will be liveable.
Not fun.
Not excited to get home and tackle a dresser full of stinky clothes.
And note to self: Do not paint with basement paint in the middle of winter when your house should be closed up tight and heat running.
Lesson learned.