My title is a sad reference to a line from the movie Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead. Anywho, my kitchen is finally done and I am in LOVE. My kitchen was sad and ugly before but now it's so beautiful. My husband and I keep saying we feel like we broke into someone else's house and are using their kitchen. I can't even use it comfortably as I am not ready to break it in "Sabreena Style". I am not one to do dishes immediately after a meal, they will usually sit for a few hours if not overnight but now I feel like I have to do them or ruin the new sink. Though I love this kitchen this new urge to keep it nice is really cramping my half-ass housekeeping style I have worked so hard to perfect. I am sure this temporary OCD will wear off and I will get back to the lazy old me but for now I will slack off in other departments like laundry or dusting to make up for the extra work I am doing in the food containment area of our house.
Here are some pictures of the new kitchen:
If you'd like to see what the kitchen looked like during the loooooong construction check out my post A Break from the Monotony.