Wednesday marks 12 weeks of living at Camp Sunnyside, kitchenless. It has not always been easy, but I think that anyone who knows me would agree that my attitude has been pretty good. I’ve joked about our rustic existence, laughing my way up and down these darned stairs in order to use a sink. I’ve felt thoroughly blessed by the generosity and kindness of my friends, who have lifted so many burdens from me these last few months. It really has been fine. Happy, even. And people survive far worse, of course. But despite the fact that the end is now in sight, I’m feeling quite cranky today.
There’s no reason for the change in mood…The installation of my kitchen started last week and it’s coming along nicely. There’s visible progress every day and it’s fun to see it all coming together. I think I’m just tired. I want a normal life back. And I have a feeling that the final few weeks are going to be the hardest yet.
The Kitchen, Before
The Kitchen, During
So, to prevent myself from spiraling into a really rotten attitude, I’m daydreaming today of the stuff I’ll do when I have a kitchen back. Here’s my new-kitchen bucket list:
1. Marinate something myself (as opposed to relying on Fresh Direct chefs to do this for me). An extra dirty dish will be nothing to me!
2. Bake stuff. Pumpkin bread, apple pie, muffins, cookies, banana bread, cinnamon raisin bread. (Maybe not all the first week.)
3. Make soup. Gosh, I’ve missed soup.
4. Use real silverware.
5. USE NO MORE PAPER PRODUCTS. Earth, forgive us for what we’ve done.
6. Make my own coffee. The McDs drive-thru ladies will miss us.
7. Put my electric frying pan into storage. I don’t ever want to see that thing again.
8. Drink water out of a glass. Like a person.
9. Pack lunches instead of coercing the kids to buy again. (“No honey, I think you like the meatball sub!”)
10. Have friends over for a meal. This place won’t really be a home until we share it with the people we love. JR says maybe we can host Thanksgiving 2015… but in the spirit of keeping my chin up, I’m inviting people for New Year’s Eve. 🙂
Fresh Squeezed Mom 