I spent a lot of time in the kitchen yesterday. My tiny, tired, and get ready for it…
no-dishwasher-’cause-there-is-no-space-for-it kitchen. I know, I know. What was I thinking when we bought this house?
I could click through this designer’s blog roll all day.
Last night, Riley took a garbage bag full of shredded paper, and used it as “confetti” in her bedroom. It was Friday, which means Seth gets to sleep in her room on the air mattress. Seth, I’m sure, enjoyed the confettit too, but it was all her idea. I wondered why she was so adamant about helping shred all week.
What fun was had! Until I came in and had a meltdown. I seriously will be cleaning this up for years. It clogged the vacuum instantly. Once again, stuff she never would have done at three years old. She’s being quite sassy and defiant as well. Suddenly I have to watch her every second. I have to believe she’s moving through something, and I’m looking forward to seeing what’s on the other side of this.
For now, I’m going to dream about tidy houses, places for everything and everything in their places, beautiful spacious kitchens, and dish washers.
*Mad as I was, a part of me was tickled because Riley has just never done stuff like this. Did I ever tell you about the time I found a half empty paint can and painted the Toyota and everything else in the garage pink…using my ponytail as a brush? I was four. Good times.