Another month. Wow, I’m good at this, right? Maybe less good, but it’s still crazy, so that’s okay. I give myself permission to slowly and completely lose my mind.

I might as well. It’s going to go any minute now.

So we’re getting ready to completely gut and remodel the kitchen. It’s time. The cabinet doors are barely hanging on, half of the storage is unusable, and there’s no way two people can cook in there together, which is how we roll. Whoever built this house decided to use the cheapest possible cabinet bases, and a really good quality door. Who does that? The insides are falling apart and can’t support the big heavy oak doors. Also, the particleboard inside is all warpy and weird, and it’s stained and gross-looking from years of renters who were obviously just really really icky. They’re clean now, though, because I own bleach.

We packed everything up and moved it into the former TV room, which is now the dining room, because the former dining room will be part of the kitchen when we’re done. It’s like musical chairs,  but with much more rooms and much less fun. It’ll be nice, though. The cupboards will be torn out this weekend, and the cabinet builder comes the weekend after that to do the final measurements.

Oh, and I’m having surgery on Wednesday.

Good call, right? I just felt like if I was going to feel like poop anyway, I might as well have a nice kitchen to look forward to. Not like I’ll be doing any cooking for a bit, at any rate. And the surgery was supposed to be two weeks ago, but I got bumped because they forgot that the facility would be closed during the week of July 4th, so everybody got pushed out. Lame.

So, wish us luck, and feel free to come bust out a cabinet or two if you’re in the neighborhood, ha ha. Just kidding. I think my husband deserves to take a sledgehammer to those things. I would love to, but I will have to let him have all of the fun. They really are the worst cabinets in the world.