I have been sad long enough to have conceived, delivered, named a baby AND gone back to work. Mike was my forever person but I did not jump into that coffin with him.
*I need to both rejoin and get on with it. Not that I’ve sat around in sshes, staring at a closed window—I’ve kept our demanding machine in good working order, bought and sold, tore down, ripped up, put together, installed and spent money. Made it, too.
I am giving myself a week to get the surface cleaned and cleared off; then comes the room by room purging. Ben is going to help me empty the kitchen cupboards, wash them on the inside, go to one of the big three (BigLots, the Dollar Store and the PennyStore). I do have to stop at Home Depot for white paint and a 2x (a two by four). I have more cupboards than shelves, so that is my first up. Photos to follow in a pictorial essay I’m calling “Squalor to sparkle: a kitchen story” To day was the only day I had totally free from other plans and plots.