Now that we are (sometimes) adults in an adult home, I’ve started to learn that the hub of a foodie house is the kitchen. We spend a lot of time in there cooking, prepping, partying, and yes, cleaning. Which is why the bulk of our design meetings centered around arguing about designing a kitchen that had a lot of space for…
Aside from checking into an assisted living facility in Florida?
With the kind of break I’m dealing with, surgery is not recommended. I’m just supposed to “stay off of it” for 6 weeks. The greater part of those 6 weeks involves crutches. Then you play the fun game of “find out what you can and can’t do based on how much it hurts.” Basically, if it hurts, I can’t do it.
Running is out of the question for all of the 6 weeks and probably longer.
I had already altered the floor plan to create a larger entryway with a nice big coat closet for guests (and lets be honest, Bella) so it seemed even more unnecessary. I was just about to have them erase the small closet when I realized that nowhere, in our giant brand new home, had I planned for a place to keep the larger cleaning gadgets. And so, the little coat closet was turned into a broom closet.
Of course this broom closet required some elfa designing and planning. I needed it to keep the broom, the vacuum, the swiffer, a steam mop, a step ladder (we are a short people), a bucket, as well as parts and pieces for the above mentioned gadgets, other cleaning supplies, and paper towels.
2015 was filled with travel, running, and of course, the Big Move from one part of the city to another…
As usual, we had a couple of days to enjoy the park (sore legs and all). And for something completely different my sister, Laura, her husband, Mel, and their daughter joined us for a day. This gave me the chance to finally make an appointment at the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique and participate in a princess transformation. Because, “ma’am, this is really only for kids” can be told to me so many times before they threaten to kick me out of the park. Jerks.
My niece LOVED being transformed into a princess and thoroughly enjoyed meeting as many pixies, princesses, mice, and any other type of Disney character she could get in line to hug and interview.
I enjoy doing laundry. It’s one of my more shameful secrets. Shameful because I was raised by a woman who, along with several of her friends, imparted on me the notion that feminists hate all things that homemakers do. I couldn’t be a successful feminist woman and want to do laundry. But then I started watching HGTV and realized how wrong they were. I could want my home to be beautiful, I could love to do laundry, I could enjoy cooking dinner for my significant other… and still want to get paid the same as men.
This was a giant weight off of my chest.