In our new kitchen. Washing and scrubbing. Scrubbing and washing. And then scrubbing and washing some more. Don't let the photo fool you, there are layers of dirt and grease on the cabinetry. It was so hard to clean that at one point I just wanted to stand in the middle of the room and start crying. Not the silent, little sniffles type of crying. But the loud, blubbering, howling type. Because. I. Was. So. Frustrated. And I didn't think I could handle anymore. But I took a break and managed to pull myself together.
By the time we wrapped up to head back home to Kingston, I was beyond tired. And even more frustrated. Because with all those aches and pains that I was left with, I had only managed to finish about one third of the kitchen (and if that).
And you know what? Today we get to do it all over again. I want to lie down on the floor and not move. For several weeks.
Ah, well...onward and upward.
So that's going to be my day. What are you up to?