I had a major breakdown. With our kitchen being under paintstruction, our dining room is now our storage area. Our plates and glasses are stacked on our dining room table, our blender is in a Tupperware with a bunch of other crap, our silverware is on an Ikea LACK table we brought in from the garage. We move our oven into the center of the kitchen when we are painting and then when it is time to eat, we shove it back over into its’ spot and plug it in. Our house is in complete disarray, ya’ll, and we just need to get used to it because it will probably be in disarray for quite some time.
I have never been the type to freak out when things are messy. You can ask my tidy roommate from college who would neatly stack things on her desk while mine would be covered in papers and empty lime green bags of Chewy Sprees. (I probably drove her crazy- Sorry Laur!) But this weekend, when we decided it would be an awesome idea to start ripping out the wood paneling in the kitchen WHILE we were waiting for the primer to dry, I started crying and frantically saying “We need to do this one project at a time..this is too much.” Josh is awesome and put the crow bar down.. so, we’re good.
This is embarrassing but I don’t really care because hey, I want to remember how crappy this situation was once I have my beautiful white cabinets that I will appreciate so much more because WE DID IT. Plus, if you don’t have a break down every now and again, then you are a damn saint and I invite you to bring yourself over to our place to cook us dinner while I am sitting and crying on my kitchen floor. You’ll have to shove the stove over to cook though.