For the past seven years (give or take two weeks) my kitchen has looked . . . fine. Ish. Sort of.

Funny what a difference paint can make.

SO. MUCH. BETTER.

The cost of all this pristine beauty, however, is my sanity. My house is in complete chaos. COMPLETE! CHAOS!!!

Oh, you’re saying, that’s not so bad. Really? REALLY?!?

I want my family room back. RIGHT NOW.

I greeted Wade at the door last night by announcing “Remember how I said, oh, I could live through a remodel? I WAS WRONG.” This week of extra people in my house and furniture in all the wrong places and dirt EVERYWHERE is significantly more stressful than I imagined it would be. The painters are terrific–hard working and polite and really good at what they do–but my house is a gigantic mess and I can’t stand it.

Today was both the high and the low point. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it is pristine and white and beautiful, but I can’t find anything in the house and I don’t know how I’m going to get the boys breakfast in the morning or make their lunches or NOT GO INSANE IN THE NEXT TWO DAYS.

The only thing keeping me going is this:

Yeah baby. Game on.