Right now my kitchen is completely torn apart and half painted. As you can deduct, I am currently on the computer pretending that my kitchen does not look like it does. It always starts out with good intentions: "I'll just throw coat of paint up on the kitchen - there's not even that much wall space". These ideas, of course, only come to me when I'm alone in the house and can't be talked out of it :) About half way though whatever project I'm doing I realize that I'm pregnant, and can't breathe, and that those lovely second trimester energy bursts are a thing of that past. So here I am. I'm going to try to muster up some more energy and finish the job - wish me luck! Hopefully I'll be posting some "after" photos soon...
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lol You're a funny one!
When I was first pregnant with Kirsten (I didn't know yet) I locked myself in a small bathroom and scrubbed and scrubbed my brother's totally nasty shower stall. With all those fumes, I'm surprised that Kirsten can walk. he he he
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