I miss my kitchen.
Eating out every day – all on the insurance company – sounds great, but there’s nothing like making your own meal. There are no secret ingredients to worry about, the production of a complicated order isn’t causing you stress, because, what if they don’t take of the special-carb-loaded sauce, and the convenience of being able to stay home for dinner is just that, a convenience! I absolutely hate running errands. Even if I’m going to Hardee’s to pick up a low-carb burger, I still have to make an extra stop after work, or go home only to THEN go back out into the traffic I don’t want to tolerate anymore. Lucky for me, though, S will stop on his way home and grab us dinner most nights.
I miss my kitchen.
I have things I can microwave, bake, or cut up on the cutting board for snacks, but no sink to wash the dishes. If I really want that glass of wine, I then have to worry about possibly breaking that glass in the bathroom sink, during the wash, because there isn’t enough room to comfortably rinse out bubbles and cabernet. What gives?! I’ve never been good at being patient, but give me a break. I have two perfectly delicious pork shoulders hanging out in my freezer, and I’ve been craving them for at least two weeks. In my mind I hear the sizzle of the raw, butter-drenched meat, sizzling in the pan; browning and curling before my eyes and nostrils. Don’t forget the peppered asparagus.
I miss my kitchen.
At the end of all this, S and I will have a brand spanking new living room, dining room, and kitchen. I shouldn’t complain, but emergency remodels are a different type of monster that haunts my nerves. The idea of having a completely different looking home is exciting. Everything we planned to have done to the downstairs – where all the drama has happened – is becoming a fast reality, and I can’t wait to show it off. It’s the mixture of excitement and slow, simmering frustration that’s driving me quietly insane. Once the construction has actually begun, I imagine I’ll feel much better about the whole situation. At least we’re getting plenty of practice now before we remodel the upstairs portion of our condo! But, alas…
…I miss my kitchen.
Gays in the Life 
I so understand. When younger Ron remodeled the kitchens in two of our homes. I remember doing the dishes in the bathtub. I remember how my back ached and my knees complained. Ron did not seem to feel this was a big deal, but after a little while I made sure he got the sink and counter done as soon as possible. I went back through your posts and I am sorry but I must have missed it. What happened to your Kitchen? Why is the insurance company involved? Hope no one was hurt. Hugs
Hey! No worries, and thank you. Insurance was involved because we discovered an internal leak between our kitchen and living room. I hope everything starts soon. We’ve been waiting to hear back from our contractor and have everything selected. This is definitely a process. Blerg!
I feel your pain! I was without a kitchen for six weeks this past summer. Even though it was “grilling season”, you don’t want to make a mess when you can’t clean it up! And eating out often, is even harder when you have a specialized diet. Hang in there… we now have a brand new kitchen and login it.
Thank you! Yes, I completely agree. A big mess would have made me go even more mad lol. Thanks for reading 🙂