Oh the kitchen

When we moved in the kitchen was one of the least appealing rooms. They say kitchen and baths sell houses, we apparently missed that memo. There was wallpaper, mirrors with gold inlay, a pink counter top, pink trim, peel and stick tiles that were pulling up, and only one window. It was... a wreck.

15 Minute Chores

I'm busy, or I like to pretend to be. I dislike chores and cleaning. But you know what I dislike more than cleaning? The spazz-out-oh-my-god-people-are-coming-over cleaning. The we-need-to-spend-3-hours-before-dinner cleaning. I dislike that more.

Rewind to last year and Peter was traveling a lot for work. Like, weeks at a time with his only time home being a 2 or 3 day weekend. When he would leave, we wouldn't know when we would be back. I was also working in a job that wasn't a good fit, had a new dog with Giardia (read: uncontrollable diarrhea), whose treatment (and the stress of a new home) made him puke daily, who had no manners, and who had bonding issues. It was a rough winter.