Welp, here we are again, out of words. I could just run the bookshelf/internet prank post again, but I feel like that’s even more cheating than last time.
The fact is, I want to paint my kitchen cabinets. I mean, my kitchen is gorgeous , obvs, and I don’t know why I want to change anything, either. Especially since my DIY experience is limited to hanging pictures (and even that takes more holes than I want to admit.) Some of my children (who shall remain nameless for now) are making me completely batshit.
Making snap decisions with zero advice and zero reason to believe it’s a good idea (except the obvious endorsement of the 70s kitchen I’ve been cooking in for the last 10 years) is keeping my focus from shifting to how irritated I am at my kid’s behavior. (Yeah, actually, as I consider it, it’s just the one. I still won’t tell you his name.) It’s probably also shifting my attention away from appropriate discipline, and that’s probably escalating all the things, but whatever.
So… here we go. I’m pulling doors tonight, filling the holes left by the nails in the beautiful doohickies that are under the pulls. I’m taking my children out to get halloween costumes at Value Village (another one of my excellent life choices… I bet four kids in Value Village is just what my overstimulated self needs) then hit Home Depot for something to fill the holes, some paint, etc. Go by church (where Andrew will be for the foreseeable future) to steal a drill from his truck, and home to put babies to bed. Then I’ll remove all the cabinet doors and hardware, scrape off 50 years worth of kitchen grease as best I can (this is why I’m painting and not restaining). I might start painting. We’ll see. Because I’m writing this on Friday night for Saturday morning, you’ll be reading after the fact. We’ll know if I survived, if Brian survived, if Andrew (my rediculously good looking husband)* ever got home
*Very important note: this parenthetical aside is an autocorrect Andrew (my rediculously good looking husband) put in my laptop when I got it… three years ago. Yes, I know how to spell “ridiculously.” No, I’m not fixing it, probably ever, because I kinda love it. Makes me smile. I need that some days. Like this one when I’m making very questionable and far-reaching choices out of irritation.
Update: I’m home from Value Village and Lowe’s. (I picked Lowes because they have the big, annoying carts that can contain both of my preschoolers at once.) It was a total disaster. The kids got outfits they love but are now (at 9:30pm) inexplicably sobbing about. It’s fine. I’m gonna go take some cabinets apart.
This post is part of my series, 31 days of speaking the truth. You can find the whole list of them here on the first post of the series.
grace enough 