Well, we moved back into our house this past weekend. Is our kitchen back up and running? No. But, we do have a safe floor to walk on, tools are no longer scattered everywhere, paint is dry and there are no plastic tarps hanging everywhere that make me feel a little bit like I'm in the movie, ET. I grabbed that half full glass and loaded (and loaded....and loaded....and loaded) all the stuff from my parents' house and drove it back over to our house.
It is nice to sleep in my own bed again. And I think the boys enjoy sleeping in their own beds again.
Other than that? Well, let's just say I try not to stay inside too much while they are awake.
Despite the above, the kitchen still holds some "unfinished hazards". There is an open vent where the sink is and every time I walk through the room, I catch the 16-mo about to drop something down it (balls, toy trains, my keys). I feel like I move in slow motion every time, yelling, "noooooooooooooooooooooooo" and catch it right before it drops. So far. I realize I can only be lucky for so long. I would try to baby proof it somehow, but he seems to break through all baby proofing tactics, so really? Why waste the time.
And while the playroom is now the new kitchen, the new kitchen has become the new playroom. Anyone else confused? Toys have been dragged into the wide open space, with its new freshly painted walls just waiting to get dinged up. My new banquet benches have already been scratched (that took all of an hour being back home). And I caught the kids taking a basketball and "shooting" it into an imaginary basket. The imaginary backboard was my newly painted wall. And their favorite game is tackle tag, which even the 16-mo seems to immensely enjoy.
This gives me WILD ideas about what to do with the current playroom when the kitchen stuff can move back into the kitchen. It involves a very large yard sale, a wad of cash in my pocket and less stuff to clean up.
T minus two weeks and my life will resume it's regular chaos. But it will be with a new kitchen and that puts a smile on my face.
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