I was mentally prepared to keep moving FORWARD with the kitchen and working towards upper cabinets... then the placement of those led to Neil saying he neesed to rip out the bulkhead and build a new one. So instead of forward it felt like we back at demolition. Stuff flew out of the bulkhead to EVERYWHERE, Neil found a dead half eaten mouse, and my new sinks and shiny countertop tiles were covered in dirt as if we had been in a tragedy. I lost it. I lied down on the floor and cried. Its all ok now, but that whole blood, sweat and tears thing is going to be so literal at the end of this. Neil has bled, we have both sweated and Ive cried. I just realized that the pictures were taken before the actual total destruction, so it doesnt look as bad as it was. We had to get out for a while ti let this crazy cloud of dust settled.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 01:28:41 +0000
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