It is hard to believe that one minute you can be super super happy and the next ill with disappointment.
The kitchen remodel was going great....
I was so very happy with all the work and the way it was turning out.
But there was this little voice saying that something was just not right.
Ya see.
During the demolition the guys found some blue cakes of stuff under the counters.
Weird....how did it get there?
What was it?
Why was it built into my counters?
As the work continued I was on the phone and my mind was in a million places...like usual..( i need to get that looked into..) And it hit me......blue nasty stuff under counters....rat poison.
I should have thought of that sooner. It is really a no brainer. But who does that???
Why would you do that??? Who did it?? Oh man!!
I felt sick.
And then the worst part. I started looking for blue caky stuff. Down on my knees pulling drawers completely out and there it was. Six more.................Oh NO!!! Not my kitchen!!
When the counters came off the nasty stuff fell behind the drawers up against the wall. Some of them broke apart and splattered my dishes.
I am a strong girl. I can and have faced a lot.
But this was over the top.
I grabbed the kids and we hit the store. We bought lysol, rubber gloves, trash bags, paper towels, masks and some new dishes.
My "bigs" ( big kids) hit it hard......scrubbing scrubbing scrubbing..and SCRUBBING!
I felt good about it. But there was one more wall of cabinet to check...............
By this time I had called in backup. My sweet friend Emily.
She said..No biggy lets just check out the other cabinets.
Now we were both armed with gloves and flashlights. No signs......phew....
Until we looked up...........the blue nasty was squished and running down the inside of the cabinet.
It was 10am and I opened a bottle of wine.
Emily joined me in scrubbing and drinking.
When hubby came home...........I cried.
For some crying is not an event. But for me...........it is.
I want to move.
My house has not felt like mine since we moved in two years ago.
I have painted, fluffed, replaced, redone...and it still doesnt fit.
Hubby is amazing he said yes.
But we had a vacation coming up. We decided to use the time to think and pray and regroup.
The scrubbing of the soul..............
This is best done in a sweet little town in Michigan at my cousin's house.
Fresh air, sweet moments with family an plenty of wide open sky. Oh and lots and lots of kittens.
These little ones eyes had not opened yet....The sweetness of the mass of fluff makes me remember that I am not the one in control. God knows what I need. He knows where He needs me. Even when I cant see the plan He has me covered, snuggled down deep in cozy warm grace.
Give the soul a good scrubbing...............God has a plan...
blessings
