Three weeks today since the kitchen was ripped out.
On the menu for dinner is half a capsicum each, Jamie Oliver’s fish fingers and Ingams chicken nuggets!
Audrey had mashed banana and strawberry. I am rationing out what is left of her supplies in the freezer.
Thursday is the day I go to Mother’s group. It is basically my only commitment. I look forward to it. But I also look forward to delivery men bringing me my kitchen cabinets. I was on the fence about whether I would be able to attend mother’s group this week because I was waiting for these guys, but they came just shortly before and I knew I would be able to make it to Mother’s group, but I would be late, but that is fine. I would let them bring it all in and run around and grab Audrey’s stuff and get in the car and go as soon as they have left.
So, imagine me. Pen and paper in hand, dutifully trying to concentrate and mark down everything that the delivery man bring in as it is a requirement of the delivery. I was off to a good start but then they brought in things that I had no idea what they were or how to mark them down and then doors after doors rolled in but they were wrapped and I couldn’t tell how many and what they where for. . .
(First cabinet! SQUEEL!!)
Then they brought in these and placed them in the ONLY walk way through our house.
What would be the last thing I needed at this point in time?
Oh that’s right a knock on the door. Sorry I can’t really get to the door and I am pre-occupied.
So I ignore it. I am not expecting anyone, I haven’t placed any online purchases lately.
Then I hear it again and the delivery man tells me there is someone at the front of my house.
Oh gee, great.
I try and hustle my way to the door to find the LAST THING I NEEDED!!!
WHY FOR THE LOVE OF. . . . WHY!!!!
Surprise all right!
One of you owns a phone, use it for Christ sakes!
In they come while I am in a boiling rage!
They plod their way into the kitchen (GET OUT)
And start touching everything, looking at everything, asking me everything. . .
“How much does this cost? What colour? Why White? White will get dirty! Why does it stink of paint in here?”
I could not believe it.
My MIL has this thing where she has no concept of personal space and stands right behind you breathing down your neck anytime you’re trying to do something, like putting Audrey in the car! EVERY TIME!! I always step back on her toes and fall into her. EVERY TIME!
So she has me in a corner and I step back on her toes AGAIN! She is pulling open the ilve cooker box to have a look.
The delivery men leave and I tell them, sorry but I’ve got to go. I am going to Mother’s group. But No! She wants to see what everything looks like. Pen still in hand I unwrap a door and get pen on the door.
“See, that is why you don’t get white!”
Then I just take a deep breath and go, you. come here. I fling a nappy and an outfit at her and tell her to change and dress Audrey and then I give my FIL a screw driver and tell him to remove these magnetic catches off the pantry while he is standing there.
I am getting really good at turning these negatives into positives.
Delegation is my middle name.
Today I sanded the pantry, vacuumed and sugar soaped the max out of it.
I managed to paint three shelves and part of the wall before Audrey awoke from her nap. Tools down.
Husband will finish it off over the weekend.
Then our kitchen should be installed on MONDAY! Hurrah
To anyone that has got in contact about my stockings. Give me a few more days to get back to you. So Sorry.
They will be available for sale at Western Sydney Up Markets, Wentworthville (Dunmore Street) this Sunday the 20th from 9am.
$25 each. Fully lined.
My friend Handmade by Kahli is the stallholder and will be selling them on my behalf.
She is the lovely lady who made this blanket and nappy cake for Audrey
Enjoy your weekend!!
Get out to the markets if you are in that part of town. Especially if you have a bub as my friend sells bibs, blankets, nappy bags and nappy wallets.