I’ll tell you what’s what this week.
Bryce started on the new pantry and my kitchen is a complete disaster.
Starting to feel claustrophobic with all working surfaces covered in food.
But I’m so, so excited for a new pantry.
And I don’t have before pictures because Bryce started the project when I was out and I neglected to convey the importance of that necessary act when working on something of this magnitude.
I’m using every other room not covered in food to lay out the interior components to paint.
It’s a mess.
And I can’t do it outside because it’s freezing, and foggy, and cold, and yucky.
And I can’t do it in the basement, which is still a mess from the slight flooding last month.
And after reading that last sentence I realize what a whiny wimp sounds like.
I’m trying to get three quilts bound as well.
So if you notice my large biceps from hefting those things through the sewing machine, don’t hesitate to compliment.
And we’re getting a ton of eggs.
Please leave recipes requiring at least three eggs in the comments.
Or stop by and I’ll give you some.
And by some,
I mean a dozen.
And three chickens laying at once is on the loud side of obnoxious.
And my pot of spaghetti sauce that’s simmering on the stove over flowed,
Adeline dumped a can of mushrooms on the kitchen floor,
and Elizabeth spilt juice all over during breakfast.
And I’m pretty sure my children thought that I was trying to kill them yesterday after I made them take a walk outside (for the 45 min. the sun was out) to get out of the house.
Hope this finds you well,