(Warning. Long, rambling personal post. Read at your own risk.)

Steve kissed me goodbye, which was the signal to get my lazy ass out of bed. 7:00 and the kids hadn’t eaten yet. Well, no shower until the afternoon.

It took me a long time to get moving today. I’m all achy from home renovations projects of the past couple weeks. When we bought our old house last summer, we knew that it was going to require a lot of work. The previous owner had been embroiled in financial troubles and a messy divorce, so she hadn’t maintained the place.

Everything requires work. Every window was dirty and every curtain and light fixture needs replacement. Every wall needs vacuuming and a coat of paint. It’s mostly cosmetic work inside, but down the road we’ll need to replace the drop ceilings and put in some overhead lights. Expensive work that will be shelved for future wealth.

We’re planning on spending most money this year having the outside painted and rotting boards on the porch replaced.

We signed onto this project because we got a much bigger house this way, and we figured that we could do much of the work ourselves. At least the inside work. Hey, we watch Trading Spaces. We can do it. Uh, no.

Last week, we decided to give the kitchen a face life which was stuck in several time warps. The cabinets have scalloped edges (the 60s), the appliances are avocado green (the 70s), and the country wallpaper and linoleum was put up in the early 80s. We figured we could pull up the linoleum, scrape the wallpaper, and paint the cabinets. A new kitchen would again have to wait until future wealth, but we could at least improve things for a while.

And we expected that all that work could happen in a week. That’s how it works on TLC. Mwaaaaah. Mwaaaah. (evil laugh)

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