The Kitchen

I thought it was over. I thought that I was beginning to get my house in order. Most of the boxes were done. Most of the painting in done. I'm getting better at staying on top of the basic cleaning. I even started yard work this week. And then it happened.

The Kitchen.

When we moved in my dear husband mentioned that he wanted to re-do the kitchen because its ugly and dirty and goodness knows what is growing at the bottom of some of those cupboards. (All I know is it wouldn't come off with bleach.) I was all for it but after three weeks of no real action being taken I was getting used to the fact that my kitchen was going to stay this way for a little while. I even started unpacking boxes.

And then it happened.

Stu enlisted the help of some neighbours and got new kitchen cabinets that he bought off Kijiji. They technically aren't new they were in someone else's kitchen before ours but they are clean and much more attractive. Foolishly I consented to Stu putting them up this weekend, not realizing that this would begin at 8:40 pm on Friday night. Nor did I realize that it would mean going without a sink, dish washer, any form of running water (other than the ice machine) and no counter tops until he eventually gets around to getting counter tops and a new sink.

Luckily I have simply avoided the house as much as possible since Saturday morning and the Easter bunny came today (much to Grace's confusion) so I've been able to avoid the kitchen.

Dinnertime today though, Stuart asked "What's for dinner?" I looked around the kitchen with its boxes in the basement, dishes (both dirty and clean) stacked precariously on random surfaces and said "I'm sure there's something edible in the fridge."

I think that's how it may go until I have things more under control. There is food in the fridge and the microwave is hooked up. If I ever calm down enough to stop compulsively cleaning then I'll brave the disaster zone and make dinner.

I'll be at Home Depot tomorrow when it opens at 5.