Living at Grandpa Bill's (Papa) and Streganona's (Nona) while Daddy and Mikey and Walt tear out our old kitchen (done as of Friday) and install our new kitchen (may be done this Friday????).
Background, we were not able to get a new house, so my consolation prize is a new kitchen. No, it is not bigger, but it was supposed to maximize storage space and open up the door way to allow people in our living room to communicate with the people in the kitchen. I had a beautiful kitchen picked out that was basically a dream. Apparently there was a "miscommunication" AKA I expressly said I wanted and Mikey didn't listen and ordered the ugliest cabinets I have ever seen. The style is right, but the color is pure awful.
What I have.

What I wanted.

I am livid. No, we can't stain them. Paint is an option. We are definitely getting some new furniture to try to blend our oak furniture with "natural maple" AKA vomit color cabinets. I feel like I am living in college again with mix and match crap furniture. They even look bad with our hardwood floors.
Junior had a kind of a tough time transitioning into living at Papa and Nonas. He is finally getting the knack of it. It has been wonderful spending so much time with them. I don't even want to move home. They are so awesome to let us stay with them and take such great care of us.
I don't know when we will be home. Maybe this weekend. Maybe. The bright side is that we are getting a new fridge out of the deal. Very excited about that.

Jr. misses his dad so much. He also misses home and is tired of spending his evenings at Home Depot.