Don't ever buy a house. Really. EVER. Especially if it was built before 1920. Oh my god. I remember an idyllic time when I blithely said "I want new flooring the kitchen and bathroom." And I measured everything and went to my local orange store and bought many cases of pretty tile. Which then expanded into new floors in the kitchen, bathroom, mudroom and laundry room since they're all kinda connected. So I measured again and went back to the orange store and bought many more boxes of pretty tile.
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| No, I didn't just take pictures, I actually helped too! |
Which then turned into "Well, as long as we're ripping up the old flooring (all FIVE glued and nailed down layers of it!) to try to level it out, we might as well swap the positions of the stove and fridge to improve the flow of the kitchen." Which, of course, meant moving the gas line to the other side of the kitchen. Which meant moving part of the plumbing to make room for the gas line. Which also meant rearranging ALL of the cupboards so the stove and fridge fit. Which meant that the counter top was no longer the right size. Which meant SPECIAL ORDERING the new counter top since they no longer carry the right color in stock. Which will take approximately FOUR WEEKS to arrive. *Whimper* All of which boils down to, I haven't had a kitchen since Saturday and probably won't for at least another week. I have a crock pot and a toaster in the living room. As of yesterday even the microwave is out of commission. I might get that back day after tomorrow. Maybe. I get to run an obstacle course of kitchen cabinets in my bed room to get to the bed every night. Oh, so much fun at 2 in the morning while stumbling to the bathroom!
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| My dining room looks like this. |
And to top it all off, Andy brought home a bronchitis/sinus infection plague from Green Bay and gave it to the kids and I. Welcome home honey, thanks ever so much. I feel like I'm living in some warped version of 'If You Give A Mouse A Cookie.' I'm calling it 'Plague City....the Construction Edition.'
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| Dad FINALLY putting something back IN the kitchen. |
