I wanted to enjoy the weekend - but somehow I developed this huge amount of stuff to do that basically killed any dreams of relaxation.
Thursday night DH and I met with the kitchen designers. They are awesome. They had prepared a whole drawing of what the kitchen would look like, and had cabinet door samples and price quotes for everything. Then I decided that I wanted a totally different cabinet look, which ruined all their hard work. In retaliation they told DH and I to go pick appliances. Now, I do know what dishwasher I want (had to have a handle, not one of those clicky things you grab like a car door), but the refrigerator is causing major drama. Side by side? Bottom Freezer? I know that I want a stainless steel fridge (because they don't usually have high-gloss black, and I can't stand the textured black look). But I am having major problems picking out fridges because of the handles. So many choices, so few true options. Don't even get me started on cooktops and wall ovens.
Friday night we had to study for the SCUBA exam we had to take Saturday morning. Saturday we took our aforementioned SCUBA exam, then attacked the front lawn. Because the front lawn looked like the picture above - except with longer grass and more dandelions - it was insanity. Sunday was more lawn work - this time in the back yard.
All that, plus grocery shopping, pet food shopping, a trip to Home Depot (absolute HELL on the weekend), laundry, assorted weekend home cleaning tasks, and Eliza literally puking all over the staircase and entryway made for an exciting conclusion.
Vacation anyone?
2 comments:
did the designers program themselves to dream about your kitchen?
That is going to drive me crazy - what is that from?
And, in reality, the designers told ME to sleep on it, since my schizophrenic nature had me changing my mind on things in rapid fire succession.
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