When we pulled up the counter tops, (the only thing we were committed to changing in that kitchen this time around, besides the appliances) we saw the cabinets needed changing because a bad plumbing job (by a previous owner) ruined the cabinetry. So as we’re shopping for cheap-but-not-cheap-looking cabinetry, we removed the old, and it seems that the walls behind them have mould, and are crooked beyond belief. The previous builder actually notched out huge amounts of gyp-rock to recess some cabinets to make them appear straighter. Man, I hate shitty work. So out it all goes – likely including the flooring we put in two years ago because it probably can’t be salvaged. Chi-ching. And? Fucking balls, man.
What this means too, it that many of the little things we’ve been wanting to do around our own house will be put off that much longer. And I wonder if this changes things for our plans to go to Vegas for his birthday this summer… and all this when I’m heading for my mid-winter meltdown, when I can’t quite get the chill out of my bones no matter what I try to do, and going outside some days feels like DEATH, so we’re inside a fuck of a lot, and there are days when I cannot Cannot CANNOT take the children’s voices, faces, antics for another fucking second and I want to sleep for ten hours years and my neighbour-friend is taking up a huge amount of my head-space and I think I finally need to give her that letter I’ve been re-writing for the last several years and I have social responsibilities up the wazoo right now and my son’s birthday is in two days and I need to do my nails and mail my citizenship application and my dog stinks to high heaven and he really, really needs to die soon a bath for me to love him more.
Bad weekend. Le sigh.
It won’t be like this forever.
G.G.
