As I’m sure you’ve realized by now…I am what’s known as a promise breaker. I know I have to unload a kajillion photos from our cameras and I know it’s going to take roughly an hour to do it all. And when I get home from work…I have a billion others things calling me and that takes the back burner. EVERY DAY. (On the plus side, laundry is done, dishes are clean and I managed to feed Abbers & bathe her a couple times in there too.)

SO. The weekend is upon us. And, as per usual, I’ve tasked myself with something nearly impossible – getting our kitchen painted. (As well as eventually getting the photos unloaded.) This photo is from the MLS listing the previous owners had, so FYI, none of that crap is mine. Anyway, please look at the color of my kitchen. I best describe it as “Bloody Poop.” Seriously. There is no better descriptor.

The kitchen and it's horrid color.

Why, why did they choose such a dark, putrid color? Because they couldn’t figure out what color would go with orange terra cotta tiles and brown grout? Really? I plan on painting it a light olive green. In my head I can accomplish this task in one day. However, my subconscious is also reminding me that it took A WEEK to paint the nursery. And I wasn’t covering up a shitty crime scene. (You get the joke there? No rim-shot? Okay, FINE.) In my defense, there’s less square footage to cover in the kicthen than there was in Abby’s room, but we’ll see.

This is the suspense I leave you with over the weekend. Will Jenna get it done? Will Abbers cut another toofie? Will the hubs mow the lawn or get eaten alive by mosquitoes trying? Stay tuned.