Well, my kitchen is near being complete after a couple of
years. A friend of A’s at work told me about her friend that does odd jobs.
Mainly, I needed the trim work done. The trim I want for around my counters is
in a different state; so that needs to be done, but otherwise, the trim is
almost done. I’m going to need to caulk and paint/repaint some, and install the
door knobs. I was concerned about Boop and the pantry. I was just imagining a
can of corn falling on her head. The work wasn’t without a few bumps in the
road. The contractor had decided that I wanted folding doors, which I
definitely didn’t want. The original person who did the work had offered to put
them in for free, but I knew I didn’t want those. Now especially with the baby,
I was imagining her fingers getting squished and pinched.
This was all happening in the backdrop of trying to get my
grant out. It finally went in to the university on Thursday. I still have a few
minor things left to do, but I’ve met my deadlines. It’s due at the agency on
the 25th. All told, I think I got 8 or 10 hours of sleep in the last
3 nights before the grant was due. Fortunately, I was able to find sitters to
help me out. Now, I’m just trying to get caught up on my other work and stuff
around the house. There’s still some trim work in the kitchen; so I’ll wait
till then before trying to wrap up.
And then, there was another kitchen I needed to worry about:
Boop’s. I was thinking I would get her a kitchen NEXT Christmas, but someone
had one for sale on a Facebook mommy group. It was a decent price, local, and
easy—except that I was trying to coordinate it in the midst of grant and
remodeling. The woman delivered it to my house. I don’t know whether I should
cover it with a sheet to ‘hide’ it from her. She can’t exactly use it, yet. She
can’t even stand up, but it’s coming.
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