These white walls

Since we moved into this house three years ago, she has been adamant about painting the walls. The largest room in the house still has a coat of primer and blue tape on the walls, from a project she started in the first year but never finished. Several walls have patches of dark paint where she tried out a color and decided it wasn't right. Many walls have had paper paint swatches taped to them or stuck in the molding, but most have finally fallen off. 

She spent all of yesterday on the couch, mostly sleeping. Late in the afternoon she sat up and said, "These white walls are driving me crazy. They have to get painted, but I don't think I can do it anymore. Is it alright if I hire somebody?" 

That's new. Up until now, she's always talked as if she could just attack a room and finish it off. The problem is, she's still one step removed from reality, because she also can't find someone to hire, explain to them what she wants, remember what she agreed to or when the painter might be coming. I would have to do all of that, and on my to-do list, hiring a painter would never see the light of day.