Of course the only sensible thing to do, after spending two days cleaning your ridiculously messy house for company, would be to decide after seven years that it is time to paint your kitchen cabinets.
I did enjoy a gloriously clean house for one afternoon before the destruction happened. And in all fairness, it was a rainy morning and I decided to tackle only one cupboard and four drawers to minimize the chaos.
I love that even though Alex has concrete floors to finish leveling in the basement, he came home that night after work and said, "Let's bring Cooper to his grandma's tonight so I can help and we can do most of the painting together."
I am so grateful for the help because we all know that painting kitchen cabinets two at a time would have taken me about ten years. Oh yeah, and I probably would have lost interest after painting the second one.
Right now I am trying to forget that I have the front door paint colour to choose for the Fixer Upper, emails to reply to, a sample pot of paint to test on the door of the shed, a post about our deck-survival-box half written, a photo session to finish editing, and about five loads of laundry to put away again.
Project A.D.D at it's finest, folks. ;)
P.S. After I took the above picture I gave Alex heck and made him put on a mask while he was sanding!