Real Fairy Tales are Creepy

Once upon a time, about a year ago, a lovely princess thought something was wrong with her new kitchen floor. Occasionally she would smell something nasty as she washed dishes but shrugged it off to the zoo of children she was attempting to maintain and grow and she would throw some vinegar in the dishwasher and some baking soda in the garbage disposal. Eventually the dishwasher started making such loud sounds you could hear it all over the house and one could barely keep a conversation while it was running.

Then one dark Saturday morning, her Prince Charming pulled out the dishwasher to install a new recirculation pump (after researching the sound they were hearing) and found.....mold. Lots, and lots, of  mold. The floor beneath the dishwasher, the one installed just a year ago, crumbled in his hands. Mold saturated the walls and cabinets surrounding the dishwasher, and it covered the floor further than he could see. It was bad. Very bad.

That, my friends, was us last weekend.

Don't worry it's not like we had company in town......oh, wait, we did.

Our loyal contractor friend, the one who fixed our hosue last year, (why yes we just did this last year), stopped by to assess the damage but we'd have to wait about a week to really see how bad it was.

Today was our day.  I spent the morning cleaning the kitchen and emptying the counters, etc. We even moved the kitchen table to the dining room. (Novel idea)

At lunch Rooster kept saying how the pizza gave him a headache. Happy and I thought it was a ploy to get a different lunch, as if cheese pizza was an unpleasant option, so I said, "If you have a headache you should lay down." I remember Rooster say, "Yeah. I should lay down." but didn't think much of it.

Life went on.

Then at one point when I was changing batteries in a remote control truck (this happens five times a day) I realized I hadn't heard Rooster in a while, not a request, a fight, a scream, nothing. So we started looking for him. I looked EVERYWHERE. We rang the dinner bell ,we called out for him, everything. Finally, and I was moments from calling Mr. Sloth seriously concerned, I thought we should check all the bathrooms again. I walked into our bedroom and just barely noticed his face under all our decorative pillows. The poor guy, all on his own, went to our room and covered himself in pillows and fell sound asleep.

So now it' s naptime, clearly, so I put King down and start some school with Demand and Happy. Then our friend shows up and starts setting up for demolition.

It goes downhill from here.

Not only was the water damage worse than we thought but Rooster woke up still not feeling right and me and my mommy-spidy sense took his temperature and he had a 101.5 temperature.

I couldn't make this stuff up.

Happy First Week of School!

Ok, so our kitchen needs to be reconstructed. At least it's not our entire house like last year, (and last year I thought well nothing of value was damaged just floors/ceilings/walls, etc) Ok, Rooster is sick, but it's just a fever with a headache. We have no plans, we aren't traveling, he's kinda cute when sick, it's ok. So much more could be wrong in our life.

Plus and for me its always about the upside in a not-sugary-Pollyanna-way, I'm getting a new kitchen. Countertops, backsplash.....this was not in the plan but now is the time. This is happening, like it or not. What's somewhat funny is that I was very content with my kitchen. I was happy with what I had and it was nice. On the rare occasions when it was clean I liked what I saw when I entered the room and felt peace. Now I'm getting upgrades. Upgrades I didn't really desire, but ok, here we go. Unfortunately this means a few weeks of 'inconvenience'.

But my kitchen will sure look purrrty.

Not right now though. Right now it's creepy.

...And they lived happily ever after.