kitchen nightmares

Well, no April post - there went my resolution. (I haven't been drinking any tea, either.) I wish I could say that I simply didn't have time for a post, what with all the amazing things we've been doing to the house, but the truth is much more lazy: My days have been filled with a lot of daydreamy roams around Home Depot and Lowes, maneuvering around half-built kitchen cabinets, and avoidant napping. That isn't to say that we haven't accomplished anything - for example, we did put the finishing touches on Chase's playroom and activity wall (pictures to come in a devoted post).

And I've been spending an insane amount of time making decorations (mainly fabric pennants) for his birthday party decorations:

Other than that, not too much has been happening. But that all changes now. Kitchen Weekend is upon us.

We finally bought our cabinets, countertop, and sink over Erik's spring break, with grand plans to install them that week. That was about a month ago. We just kinda slept a lot that week. And now we're down to the wire - just two Saturdays and Sundays stand between us and the 27th, when Pop Pop and Kay Kay's visit coincides with Chase's (at-home) birthday party. Hence, it's Kitchen Weekend. (Potentially followed by Disaster Recovery Week when our dishwasher floods, the floor caves in, and we cut our losses and set up camp in the backyard until we win the lottery.)

To get us started, I tore out a cabinet this morning and realized why homeowners generally prefer to pay people to do these sorts of things for them: no one should see behind their kitchen counters. Amid the six-decade-old debris: two forgotten spoons; one yellowed roasting pan instruction booklet; four art deco plastic kitchen tiles; 3.2 million cockroach shells. And that's where I cook, folks!

Wish us luck.