It is now 6 days until K-Day (K=kitchen), the day when the old kitchen comes out. There will be ripping, chucking, sanding, polishing and installing, and four days later I've been told I will have a brand spanking new kitchen in there. It will look a little like this, but please picture pale wood-grain cupboard doors and a darkish stone benchtop (who knows where the pictured colours came from?!)
Today was the only child-free day I will have for packing things away into boxes before K-Day. It feels much too early to start thinking of that, but necessity is the mother of Doing-Things-At-Silly-Times, so with the help of my wonderful parents who came to visit, I started.
It really was good to have a little help! Thanks Mum and Dad! They must love me a lot, because packing away the kitchen was a ghastly job. We only got 30% of it done today.
It was all, "What do you want to do with this?" and "I have no idea," and "Do you want me to help you clean the top of the fridge?" and "No no, it's too awful, I'd better do that job myself," and "Will I pack this stuff into this box?" and "No we'll need that every day so I'll put it um-I-don't-know-where," and "Should I put this downstairs?" and "No, I'll never ever find it again," and "Should I put it on top of the TV then?" and "No, that would just be really wrong," and "I'll put it on top of the fridge then," and "Okay whatever go ahead knock yourself out."
So now, six whole days before K-Day, I can't find anything (even though Mum labelled all the boxes really clearly). I am using breakfast bowls to strain pasta, I am using an electric frypan to boil vegetables, and I am using lunchboxes for leftovers.
And there are six days until work starts in the kitchen. This means there are ten days until it's finished.
Ten days, people! Ten days of cooking in conditions more confusing than Cooking While Camping In Tents! Imagine it!
I am going to need some serious prayer.