Under Construction

There’s an hour-long film where Lin-Manuel Miranda is followed around as his little show is transferring from the Public to Broadway. He’s standing in his apartment, which is being renovated, talking about how his wife is pregnant. He realizes in that moment that his whole life is under construction. (I love the concept of a human being as “under construction”.)

Now, I’m no Lin-Manuel Miranda, but so much of my life is under construction right now.

This weekend, my entire kitchen was replaced. I’m lucky to have two Cabinet Guys in my family: my brother and my brother-in-law. They BOTH work on kitchen cabinets for a living. Who’s luckier than me? My husband was a Sous Carpenter all day on Saturday, as they tore out and replaced every cabinet in my kitchen. (I just made up the concept of Sous Carpenter. They were working on the kitchen, after all.)

As you can imagine, this means all of my kitchen bits are elsewhere … all over my damn house. 

Tom has lots of finishing work to do: plumbing, backsplash, electric, face plates, painting. (Really I’m just using this post as a honey-do list.) Which means he’s still shuffling the toaster oven and the knife block around the countertops, leaving tools next to the kosher salt.

I’ve been slowly putting things away, and everything is going into a slightly different place than it was before. Plates and glasses are now in the same cabinet! Pasta is next to the stove! I have an entire cabinet dedicated to tea!

But the silverware drawer doesn’t have a divider yet, so the spoons and knives are commingling like heathens. Where is the food processor going to go? (No, not that one, the other one.) All the towels don’t fit in the new drawer. And I have to re-think our whole rice situation.

There’s still shit EVERYWHERE. 

And. AND! We had to get a second car again (and by we, I mean Tom did all the work). I’m sure things will go super smooth, and the DMV will have me on the road in that Jeep by the end of the week. NOT! (Can we still say “Not”? Well. I just did. So there.)

This on top of going back to work full time - where I’m doing lots of research for lots of future projects.

Also? Let’s not forget Yoga School! As the Cabinet Guys were cabineting, I was locked in my room saying all kinds of words that end in “asana” and reading about muscles. Studying. Because I’m not actually a yoga teacher yet.

Nor do I have a fully functioning kitchen. Or shows to do. Or a car.

Yet. 

I sure am glad my boobs are done.