My kitchen floor is finally getting repaired! For those of you who don't know, the grout in my kitchen has been cracked for a good year and a half. I've been hounding our builder and tile guy for the same amount of time to get it fixed. So after much persistance, I should have a brand-new floor by Friday. FINALLY!
My kitchen floor is getting repaired. This means that my kitchen will be inaccessible until Friday. The tile guy thought it would be a few minor repairs, but he ended up having to tear up the whole floor. Needless to say, my house is covered in tile dust and this has caused a cleaning nightmare. Also, the dust was so heavy in the morning that I decided to bail out and head to my folks house until Friday, which is when my kitchen will be accessible again. And then, the cleaning begins (for those of you who are wondering, I did shut all the doors to the bedrooms, covered the furniture with sheets, and turned off the ac unit)...
On my way to my folks house, the kids and I stopped for lunch. In my haste on the way out the door, trying to corral my kids, carry my bags and my drink, I lost my footing and tripped. I toppled over my kids and braced my fall with my knees (which are not the strongest in the first place). I landed partially on Ethan and propelled Mallory forward into a chair face forward, which unfortunately caused her to bust her lip. Highly embarrased and concerned for my kids, I burst into tears (furthering the embarassment). Ethan was just frightened, but Mallory's lip was ugly. While consoling my bleeding daughter, who was appalled at all the attention therefore burrying her face in my white shirt, I tried to tell everyone who came to my aid that we were OK. I was quite a sight. The nice people offered Mallory a balloon, which she was afraid of, and ice, which she would not allow me to apply to her face therefore causing her to scream louder, all the while Ethan is running around the restaurant happy as a clam that he wasn't being hovered over by mommy. The kind hostess finally brought me a bowl of ice cream, which calmed Mallory and also helped with the pain in her lip. Someone also kindly put Ethan in a highchair for me so he wouldn't be running all over the place. I had several people offer to help me to the car, and I swallowed my pride and took the help...an entourage carrying Ethan and the dreaded balloon (the lady carrying the balloon thought she was helping...). And in my continued distress, I headed in the wrong direction on the interstate, heading West instead of East, which I didn't realize until 5 miles up the road, causing me to cry all over again. Being displaced from my kitchen, a dusty house from floor to ceiling, deciding to travel (packing for two small kids and for myself for a 3 day trip in 30 minutes), and a busted lip...all, very, very ugly.
But, my kitchen floor will be brand new when I get home.