Good Morning Everyone!
How are we all?
I gotta tell ya, I’ve written so many posts and ran out of time to put them together with the pics and hit publish, then got overwhelmed by having to edit them, to remove all the past tense or things I hoped will happen, because they did or all my bitching and moaning, because I’ve gotten over it and moved on.
So I am a little perplexed as to where to start.
(^^ GOSH, Why am I so verbose? Surely that sentence could be shorter. I dislike how I write, but I know no other way. Working on it ^^)
Where were we last time we chatted. . 2 weeks ago?
(This post will be long one, just warning you.)
First thing that happened was we finally got bench tops! That happened Tuesday of last week.
And my sink was installed. It looks small in this picture. But it isn’t. I just love it so much!
Then I had to wait till Friday until the electrician was free. When he arrived, I had a MASSIVE MELTDOWN. Epic proportions people. I wrote all about it. It is long but I feel like is very important to talk about it. For anyone going through a renovation. Just to keep it real. It happens. Be prepared.
Unless you’re retro mummy and probably had your reno sponsored and it all went smoothly because it was their duty. Gosh negative much? You betcha. That is my only explanation. Fuck her and her fucking faultless kitchen install. It doesn’t happen that way. We all hope it will and really, IT SHOULD, but it doesn’t (LOL, please forgive. Clearly it is the stress talking. But anyone that has done a kitchen reno was thinking it. I’m just crass enough to say it) Well, maybe she was just the exception to the rule. I would have hoped for her that it would go smoothly because she has a lot of mouths to feed, but she did have a second kitchen to utilize. Look at me trying to be all diplomatic
FUCK HER! and her 3 week kitchen renovation that was all sunshine and daisys (besides her cooker)
I hate woman bashing and jealousy. I hate it. But lady, 3 weeks. . . you’re killing me!!!
So I have just simply copied and pasted it for you. Best I can do.
“Well, we reached melt down on Friday. Yep. I cried. I acted like a toddler. All traces of feminism deserted me. I rang my dad, I cried. I rang my husband, I cried.
I had a conversation with my husband that went like this.
ME: Come home
HUSBAND: What’s wrong?
ME: Come home
HUSBAND: But I’m at work and hav. . . .
ME: Come Home!
HUSBAND: Laura, I’d . . . .
ME: COME HOME
ME: (Whispers) Thank you
I am no expert on rational conversing, but I am certain that is an exemplary example.
I feel like I have been let down so many times I have depended on people. (Never my husband though, that is why he is my husband. There for me no matter what)
I’ve been left in the lurch countless times. Stressed and up late making things happen that nobody else bothered to do despite promising. I now have a blanket rule to never ask assistance from anyone, you want to help, great, but you do it from your own volition, not my request.
It is my dad’s 60th birthday on Tuesday. Which was MONTHS away from when we started this kitchen renovation. So it wasn’t a concern and the very reason I nominated myself and my newly renovated kitchen to cook my family dinner. The thought of not coming through with the goods this Tuesday was making me physically ill. If I commit to something. I do it. (But I would have still done it. We would be on milk crates and I would cook on the BBQ because I am a stubborn problem solver)
When I opened the door on Friday. Marking 7 weeks since demolition started on our kitchen that is when breaking point was reached. I think you’re able to tell with my posts that I’ve really tried to remain positive and be sensibly optimistic. I’ve uttered every possible cringe worthy affirmation that puts me on par with Miranda Kerr.
That day however my strength and will was low. I’ve been beaten down. Had a particularly tough time. Felt lonely without my supportive husband since my return to work I don’t spend any days with him. Then this week he’s been tough with him doing longer hours and going away. Especially with my deadline looming.
The electrician I’ve been waiting all week for arrives at my house. Remains in car with engine and radio on for 20 minutes and then drives off without warning. Then I ring the owner for a please explain to get a message bank. Only for the electrician to return at 9.30am. What time to tradesmen start in your part of the world? Because where I’m from the standard is 7am. But this is not the same electrician who did our rough in work! My husband had rung the owner the day before to ask who was coming and was told it was the rough in guy and to confirm everything was good.
This miscommunication is killing me! The thought of explaining what needs to be done again to yet another person is killing me. But I suck it up, take a deep breath in and tell him. Because, really, it is straightforward. A couple of power points where the cables are sticking out and some down lights. Get cracking. But he doesn’t! He needs to hear it from the guy that roughed jn. I’m telling him what needs to be done. He flat out refuses to hear it from me. He was looking at me like I’m the idiot.
I retreat. I couldn’t go on. I could not get my mouth to say any more words to him. I was in disbelief. Why wasn’t this person starting work already? It is so straightforward it isn’t even funny. I am not laughing. I am defeated. I had some dopey person idly standing in my kitchen waiting for a call back form a different electrician who supposedly resigned when he didn’t turn up all those weeks ago to do our down lights and never turned up. But now magically works for the company again.
I just need a kitchen.
I need some real food. I need EGGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Because this past 7 weeks has been all about, Hello frozen processed chicken product filled with trans fat, Welcome to my arse, to my hips, to my bat wings. Please settle yourself in my pores. Don’t provide me sustained energy release, I don’t need it.
My husband was my guardian angel. He came home and supported me. Turns out the electrician didn’t listen to him either and he dismissed him on my order. I made him lunch and he worked from home with Audrey screeching in the background. Lunch was the bare doldrums of our fridge. I roasted up the remaining cherry tomatoes I had. Placed on toast with basil pesto that I made myself in the mortar and pestle from the contents of my fridge and garden. Then sprinkled with fetta cheese. He loved it, but was not filling enough for him. Needed an egg. . . . Or an avocado but they are $3 each and are rock hard.
He made phone calls for me and made it possible for the original electrician to come on Saturday morning and finish the job off.”
Later on Friday, the kitchen company came back to put on those 2 missing panels. Instantly looked better. He also managed to fix our handle so we could finish off the bench seat, but a different installer had drilled the holes in the wrong spot on the last drawer, so they are ordering a new drawer front. (WHEN WILL IT END?)
Come Saturday. The electrician arrives HOORAH!!!!! The nice one. And my husband and his father start on the backsplash tiling.
These are the LED down lights. I really like them. They are fairly inconspicuous.
And at 7.30pm on Sunday evening.
The tiling is going a hellava lot slower that I anticipated. 2 men, 2 days. . . . but. It is free and it is PERFECT! I watched my FIL tile for 2 hours straight when I came home from work. I watched his process. It is faultless bar the length of time it takes.
Monday morning was when the plumber was available to return. Talk about cutting it close!
He installed the tap, the dishwasher and the cook top.
Then we had Monday evening to clean it all up and get the space ready for my Dad’s Birthday and my deadline.
But first, dinner. Long night ahead for us, so it was take away.
We had to turn this. . .
This photo was taken at quarter to 3 in the morning. We didn’t go to bed for another hour after because we sat in those 2 chairs, ate a magnum ice cream each and reflected.
Then it was my deadline and my Dad’s 60th Birthday! Happy Birthday Dad!
I MADE IT!!!!!
My first cook in the kitchen was for a dinner party of seven. Talk about easing myself into it. I always make everything hard for myself.
I made a 2 course meal and a cake!
My calligraphy was amateur at best, but like they say, practice makes perfect.
The “Happy Birthday” was woeful but pleased with “Alan”
(oh and see the salt and pepper shakers? Empty! Ha. Ran out of time)
That is probably the last time you see a table cloth on my table, because this rug rat is getting outta control!
And these tiles don’t seem to be bothering her one bit.
And this morning the Fisher and Paykel man came to change the fridge doors over so it can open the other way and we can move it into our spot.
The freezer door has a ding in it.
REALLY! WHEN WILL IT END?