My husband has been working like a dog … tirelessly, day-after-day. Up early in the morning and working late into the night.
This has been our vacation mind you.
Yes, we went to NYC. And, yes, it was fabulous.
But, the day we returned the kitchen remodel went into full force, mainly by him.
He has had really no help at all. We did have some guys come and help move everything out of the kitchen into the garage and we did pay someone to tile the floor. Thank God! OR we’d still be working on that and be way behind.
But, as far as everything else … installing cabinets, installing countertops, building the bar, installing the sink and garbage disposal, plumbing and electrical tasks … he’s done it all himself. And he will be doing the remainder himself.
Poor guy. He’s really beat up, covered in cuts and bruises and walking like an old man.
Yesterday K Belle said, “Daddy, you should really take a nap.”
I have expressed my hatred for manual labor and realized that my part of this process would happen more toward the end with the painting, organization, and design.
Or so I wished.
My Beau really needed help.
And, guess who was the only one around? Yours truly.
Anytime I heard these words: “I’m gonna need your help,” or even just the calling of my name caused me to groan a bit. I knew what was on the horizon: heavy lifting and maneuvering.
Thank God, it’s coming to a close. Sort of.
My stove and refrigerator are still in the garage and my dishwasher gets delivered Monday.
It’s really looking good and I’m so proud of the work he’s done.
Here’s a sneak peek. I can’t wait to show you the finished product in a few weeks.
And, did I mention I’m going on my third week of not cooking? Yep.