Well, I can't say much for "progress," but I can say the room looks bigger. On Monday, our countertops (Ah!), our cabinets (No!), and our floor (Double No!) were removed. Thankfully, the crew saved the backsplash. I was mentally exhausted thinking about what I would do if I had to tile that all over again.
There has been a remediation crew in here checking on things for three days now, and we've been running fans and dehumidifiers night and day. We've got dirt, what looks like old soot from a past fire on the walls, some mold, some rot, and maybe a little asbestos from a few patches of old linoleum mixed in there too.
Needless to say, we've been spending a lot of time outside.
There have been lots of park days.
What is that half-mullet hairdo on my two year old, you ask?
This was Lyla on Good Friday.
Look at those big eyes. Awwwe.
Let's just say it wasn't a "Good Friday" for her. While Sam and I were watching Justin Beiber videos on Youtube, something horribly quiet was going on in the other room. Dang you, Justin Beiber! Why do you have to be so smooth? I went around the corner to discover Lyla, post "scissor rendezvous."
Sam and I laughed hysterically for a couple of minutes, then tried to pull it together and act mad. It took me back to when Ava tried to cut her own hair for the first time. She was the same age, and I acted hysterical and fake cried hoping I would traumatize her enough to never, EVER cut her hair again. That was all it took with Ava. I don't think it worked with Lyla because I've caught her "taking a little off the top" two more times.
I did my best to blend it out... but is there really anything you can do at this point other than shake your head and give her a big squeeze? I just love her. We are crossing our fingers and hoping there are no more self-induced haircuts.
Anyway, back to this post. Yes, we've been outside A LOT.
Sam and his softball team, "Smackin' Pitches," played the other day. My husband is AH-MAZING at sports and I love watching him when he is in his element. That's him with his two buddies, doing a "Little League" pose.
It gets better:
That's my man, such a dork.
We went swimming at the YMCA (yay for showers!), spent another afternoon at the park, and we have been eating out like crazy. I'm about done with ALL restaurants; last night's "Shari's" was the last straw. I think I will make sandwiches or something from here on out.
If things fall into place, the repairs will start soon. We are gathering estimates and will be dealing with the insurance side of things before we can get a crew in here to rebuild our kitchen. I've done well up until this point, but I can tell my husband is getting crabby; I'm trying to focus on how nice it will be to have a new kitchen floor and my sink back again.
Until then, while you are in your hot, steamy shower, scrubbing down with your bath pouf, getting in there "real deep-like" (name that movie), and lathering in your conditioner- think of me.
On second thought, no, don't think of me (I need a shower just after reading that).