My Marriage Survived a Kitchen Remodel

In CategoryNavel Gazing
ByDeb

We remodeled our kitchen last summer (just in time for the market to tank. yay). Our house was built in the 70’s and most everything was original when we moved in about 3 years ago. I say most everything because the last owner did make one significant change to the kitchen.
 
She put carpet in.
 
Seriously.
 
Apparently her feet would get cold. A lot of people would say, “Hey! Socks!” But she went the carpet route. 

After a few months with two kids under 3 eating in a carpeted kitchen, I couldn’t take it anymore and we ripped it (and the previously undiscovered TWO MORE LAYERS of carpet) out and got some cheap peel-and-stick tile at Home Depot. It’s just not right to VACUUM your kitchen. 

When we first started the remodel, Jim was all “I’ll take next week off and we’ll do a bunch of the work ourselves.”
 
Then FRIDAY NIGHT, he switches to “yeah, I can’t take any days off.”
 
Then MONDAY MORNING, he says to me “by the way, I’m probably going to have to work a bunch of nights this week.”
 
I’m sure you can imagine my response to these announcements and I don’t have to bore you with all the cursing details. 

The Before:

THREE LAYERS of wallpaper! Fluorescent lighting! Thirty year old cabinets with that one drawer that fell out and broke my foot every time I opened it! 

We bought the dishwasher before we even moved in because I would not wash baby bottles and pumping equipment in a dishwasher from 1977. We bought the stove when the old one (harvest gold!) was down to one working burner and the oven ruined three batches of muffins in a row. The stainless steel table was something we bought at the restaurant supply store for a hundred bucks to give me more counter space. 

I miss this kitchen a little. 

NOT.

The Middle:

    

The middle was very hard. I had two kids that needed to eat every fifteen minutes. I had no stove, no sink, and no dishwasher. We were eating out or microwaving macaroni & cheese in the dining room (more carpet!) I was doing dishes in the bathroom. It was disgusting. There was not enough bleach in the world to make me feel better about it. We could not get the THREE layers of wallpaper off, and had to call a guy and throw money at him to rescue us. It was six weeks of “I swear I’ll call a divorce lawyer if you ever suggest buying a fixer again.”

The After:

So. Much. Better. 

Now there is more counterspace and more storage space. Porcelain tile, engineered quartz countertops, and my favorite part –

The trash can pulls out! Seriously, this makes me happy every time I use it. No more cramming the trash under the sink or sticking the can in the doorway to the dining school room – I just scrape all the bread crusts and vegetable peels right into the can. 

Now if only I could figure out a way to keep it this clean. I actually wrote the first part of this post a long time ago, but the kitchen has never been clean enough to take After pictures. And probably never will be again.

This post is linked to Touring Tuesdays at Our Life in Words.