Last night my husband and his buddy Brian (aka The Handyguys) removed our kitchen counters.
I’ve wanted to replace these ever since I moved into this house almost 4 years ago. More bothersome than the counters was the shallow double sink that would not allow me to wash a large pot or cookie sheet without acrobatic feats. When the faucet started to fall apart, we knew it’s days were numbered. So as an early Christmas present, I got to pick out new counters. SQUEE! They arrive in approximately 30 minutes.
So for now, we wait.
My kids are thrilled because they get to buy school junk lunch today. I’m thrilled because the next time I wash dishes, it will be in a sink big enough to hold my biggest saute pan. My husband is thrilled because he’s hoping he won’t have to hear me complain about washing dishes anymore. Let’s not burst his bubble JUST yet. 😉
In other news, my youngest daughter turns 4 tomorrow. FOUR. Sniffle, dribble, honnnnk. (That’s me blowing my red puffy nose.) I can’t believe my baby is FOUR. I do love Four, though, and I’m not so sad to say good-bye to the Therrible Threes as much as I’m just having a hard time realizing that I no longer have a child small enough to curl up on my lap and fall asleep. Sigh… Those were the days. On the other hand, I no longer have to change diapers or cut up food into small dices at dinnertime, so the glass is half full, I s’pose.
I’m planning a little party for her, here at the house tomorrow, with 6 or 7 of her little buddies. Someone hold me. Hosting birthday parties give me angina. I’d love to be one of those laid-back moms who throws gorgeous yet frugal children’s parties in style, but I’m the type of mom who buys a store bought cake and throws some store bought crafts on the table and sweats until it’s time for everyone to leave. I’m praying for nice weather so the kids can play outside.
My daughter, on the other hand, has been planning her party for months. She can barely believe it’s actually here. She’s already had 2 mini-parties (at school yesterday and at church last Sunday) so she’s getting used to being the star of the show. As if the past 4 years of her life haven’t been practice enough. If I survive tomorrow, it will only be because we manage to get her to take a nap between gymnastics class and her birthday party.
So what are YOU up to, this sunny Friday morning?