We have floors! And a full set of cabinets! Including one that is wrong and needs to be re-ordered! (Arrived with doors instead of drawers, nobody noticed at first because we were simply blinded with joy over having cabinets again.) Now we're just waiting on the countertops and new light fixtures to arrive, and to settle on a paint color.
We went to the paint store yesterday, because for some reason we mistook ourselves for Confident Proactive Decision Makers and thought we'd be able to pick out not only a color for the kitchen, but an entirely new color scheme for the entire main level of the house. We'd start with the kitchen and then move into the dining room, living room, the foyer and all the various big ass walls and we'd come home with a whole slew of paint and FUCK YEAH HOME IMPROVEMENT.
Instead, we were promptly overwhelmed with all the choices and frustrated by our inability to remember/recognize any of the paint colors we liked from the old house. (Although the million barely different shades of yellow-ish beige that tormented our touch-up/patching efforts for nine damn years are still all seared into my brain, probably forever.) So we bought some chalkboard paint and decided to wait on a main wall color until we saw the countertops. Especially since we both only have a vague memory of what the countertops even look like anymore, because we looked at approximately eleventy billion options before finally settling on one sample slab, held it up in victory, Lion King style, and then immediately moved onto the next nervous breakdown over cabinet pulls. I believe they are a blackish/brownish area. With points.
Jason also loaded up on free wooden pallets from the parking lot, because he's on a Pinterest bender right now and plans to make us a coffee table and some shelves. Maybe a wall covering, if he can collect enough pallets. PALLETS PALLETS PALLETS. It will be fascinating to see if any of that actually happens or if PalletWatch is the new TireWatch, because he's filled half of the garage with pallets at this point. Here is where I remind people that I do not have a Pinterest account, mostly because somebody else registered the Amalah handle before I could and I've been in an irritated snit over it for years, but my husband's DIY pallet project obsession is not helping me re-think my stance.
(Also because I keep getting tempted by all those damn Overnight Oats recipes, like the kind you make in wee little jars and keep in the fridge for a Healthy & Convenient Breakfast Option? Kids love them! So cute! So many flavor possibilities! And then I make Overnight Oats and my kids are like, this is DISGUSTING, we want the NORMAL oatmeal that comes from the MICROWAVE, Mom.)
(I've tried like five different recipes with no luck. Why do I keep trying to make Overnight Oats happen? I DON'T EVEN LIKE OATMEAL.)
In conclusion, the kitchen still isn't done and look at all these goddamn pallets.