Kitchen Remodel.

I blogged about my plans to completely remodel my kitchen. I am now about to have a delivery after a long gestation, and several miscarriages and the general contractor’s lovemaking was at his whim and a slam, bam, thank you maam affair. He whispered his intentions and then not show until I forgot his intentions and we are still arguing about promises still not kept. I could go on and on but we were matched by the BIG Store and divorce was not an option. We just kissed and made up. What else could we do? In spite of all that, we have almost delivered a kitchen that makes us both proud. The electrician acted like he was the real man responsible as he juiced everything. The cabinets guys acted the same way. Well I know who the mama is; the one who conceived, and suffered during the whole process, and doubted if she could possibly do this and read all the Dr Spocks of kitchen design, and strained her brain to understand a process that was a huge mystery.
I also knew that I would live with my mistake and try to love it anyway while the father would be gone like a Tom Cat that he was. He was just over telling the BIG Store that he didn’t promise to let our kitchen breathe freely to the outside. I think you get the picture.