Last Saturday, my baby and I packed our bags and left my husband alone in the house. While we were gone, he demolished our kitchen.
This kitchen job will involve rearranging a few walls. The secretive and creepy stairwell behind our sink has been removed, as has the peninsula between the breakfast nook and the stove. My husband will also rework the electricity and add some additional plumbing to accommodate a posh wet bar in the corner of the kitchen.
… anticipating sleeping under the same roof after a week of separation.
… grateful for the affectionate arms that tended to our toddler while we wielded sledge hammers and scrubbing brushes.
… eating microwaved-eggs and delivery pizzas (at least my husband is).
… dreaming of a spacious and welcoming new kitchen, while striving not be daunted by the enormity of the project.