I’ve started ignoring all the things. It’s not unlike when I’m at the end of a really good novel and I start neglecting housework and children and school and food, except this time it’s home improvement. How did I not realize this was a thing?!? I’ve always been so scared to do stuff like this because it’ll be a lot of work and a huge mess and I don’t know how and don’t have patience to research it (research is always Andrew’s angle) so I’ll probably screw it up anyway and why go to all the trouble?
But finally my kitchen annoyed me for enough years that I snapped and here we are.
When was the last time I was this consumed with something lasting? When my babies were born, I suppose.
I’ll have to ponder that. Probably while I’m putting the one-millionth coat of Pepto-Bismol pink paint on the inside of my lower cabinets. I let the girls choose the inside color. (Sigh… Dark brown cabinetry is hard to cover. I finally just got some primer this morning because I’m tired of three coats being not quite enough.)
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.