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What The F*** Were We Thinking?



Our kitchen is where it all goes down. The most important room in our house. It's where we sit to drink our coffee and map out our day, and where we meet again later to talk about it. It's where we stop to re-group and where we drop our bags, our keys and our mail. It's where we skim through the weekly flyers and organize and pay our bills. On the kitchen floor is where I sit to talk on the phone and at our table is where G opens his laptop to do work, or where I bookmark the next recipe I'm going to try on Pinterest. It's often where I blog, where I think, plan and make lists. It's where I fold our clean laundry, and where I turn the music up and dance and sing at the top of my lungs when I'm alone.


Our kitchen is where we gather with friends. Like true Capers, we sit around the table all hours of the night pouring drinks, playing guitars, singing, laughing, joking and eating like Kings. It's where we spend hours cleaning, washing the dishes that we ate from and rinsing the bottles that we drank from. And lastly and most importantly, it's where I am the happiest - cooking, baking and preparing meals for the ones I love.

 
For the last six weeks my kitchen has been a construction zone. Six weeks, in case you didn't hear me. We are halfway through an expansion and complete renovation and although I am so very excited for the finished product, I am feeling a bit lost. I miss my kitchen. Our cabinets are empty, some are gone and all are soon to be replaced, and our dishes and cookware are piled high in no order in our sitting room. My husband has even asked on a few occasions that I avoid our house so not to see the mess he's created with a sledgehammer; a busted out wall with exposed electrical wires and insulation, dry wall dust everywhere, and tools and extension chords cluttering every empty space. 


My happy place is currently not so happy.

 
To me, halfway through a home project and deep into a mess is also known as the what the f*** were we thinking stage. I know it will pass, but anyone who has tackled home renovations will agree, the midway point is extremely overwhelming. On top of that, productivity is at a bit of a standstill. Our helpers are juggling a few jobs at a time and materials needed aren't easily accessible to us folks living in the sticks. What was wrong with the old kitchen? I ask myself. Those old wood cabinets, they didn't do anything wrong. They were cabinets I once loved. They were a subject of conversation, they were rustic and made the home feel like a cabin in the woods and so what if G and I were always butt to butt preparing meals together. I like being butt to butt. We'll never cook butt to butt again!

 
I know I'm getting a bit carried away and sounding a bit like a spoiled brat. Poor girl, she wanted a bigger kitchen and she's getting one. She wanted new cabinets and she's getting them. It just goes to show you, or I guess me, how much I depend on routine and how lost I am without it. I'm completely thrown off my game. Not being able to find my coffee maker, sit at my kitchen table or cook a proper meal for my man has been affecting my mental status.
 
 

Ask me if I've started decorating for Christmas. I dare you.
 

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  1. Ohhhh buddy. We're at this point with our half bath and it's driving me to drink - note the half bath is in the basement and all but out of sight. So I can only imagine how it feels when it's your kitchen! It'll look amazing when it's done! I wish I was brave enough to tackle our kitchen. Hang in there and good luck!

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    1. Ugh. You get it. Not too many people get it. Yes, it's all fun and exciting and going to be worth it in the end - but wow, what a job. I didn't think it was going to turn the entire house upside down and take so GD long to complete. *Sigh* You're lucky you can hide from your project!

      It's all good. It's alllllll good.

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