A bomb went off at my house.
Yesterday afternoon I got the brilliant idea to clean out the pantry because it really needed a good cleaning and strangely enough, I had some extra energy. So the girls and I hauled everything out and purged all the stale and outdated food (there was a lot - ew). When I started washing the shelves, I realized just how scuffed and beat up they were. No problem. We just painted some trim a few months ago and bought way to much paint, so we had a gallon of white paint and some leftover brushes sitting in the garage. I figured I could slap on a coat of paint, let it dry, and have everything put back in order by bedtime. Then I remembered, oh yeah, I’m pregnant. (Which, if you didn’t know, don’t feel bad. I just broke the news here yesterday.) But anyway, pregnant women are not supposed to be around latex paint fumes in a tiny, unventilated pantry. I had forgotten this. So, poor Dan. He was at work late for a meeting and then had come home and paint. For the record, I did offer to forget about it. I said I’d put everything back and we could paint another time, but he reasoned that since it was already out, we should do it now. Plus, if we’re going to move, painting the pantry would be one more thing off our to do list to get the house ready to sell. So, Dan came home and painted. It was dry and I was ready to move everything back in by about 10:00 but Dan does things a little differently and apparently he had planned to, you know, do a good job. He thought we needed a second coat and then, since the new paint is a shade lighter and brighter than the existing stuff, he decided to paint the walls too. Except that we didn’t have a roller to do the walls and he didn’t want to dive into that so late at night. He’s working all day today and the plan is that he’ll finish up the painting tonight. So in the meantime, here’s what we’re living in.
The other half of the kitchen looks exactly the same, only I think there is a stove under there somewhere. All that stuff on the floor? It goes all the way into the bay window. My computer is just around the corner to the left in the photo and as I’m typing this, I fighting for leg room with a bucket of flour. Oh, and yes, that is indeed my Lenox china stacked under the kitchen table. I really should think things through before I start projects like this.
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