Less Ghetto

This is what our kitchen looked like a few weeks ago. I can't believe how clean it is in this picture.


Because this is what it looked like about a week ago:

Anyway, the linoleum in the first picture didn't really bother me too much until the husband said he didn't like. Then I started to dislike it. And then I found out that it costs about $7.50 / sq ft to get tile installed. That's a couple thousand dollars. For a while there I seriously contemplated doing it ourselves. I did tons of research on the internet. I even went to one of those Home Depot workshops. Suffice to say, we didn't do it ourselves. The husband practically killed himself removing all that linoleum. But we had someone else do the rest of the work.

Here's how it looked yesterday:


Alright, I know it's hard to notice the tile floors with all the crap in the way. But it's there and it looks really nice. I'm happy.

We still have the same linoleum in the two upstairs baths and laundry room. Maybe one day I'll do it. Okay, who am I fooling.

We also had some guys come in and install crown molding, fix the garage door, do the nasty drywall in the bathroom, and put up a new address plate today. We pretty much suck and are very lazy at this DIY stuff.

I stopped by the place this evening to see if UPS had dropped off a package at the house per the husband's instructions. I only ran through the house to check to see if the package was in the garage. I left the kids in the car in the driveway and as much as they make me want to hammer myself in the head sometimes, I didn't want anyone kidnapping them. Needless to say, I didn't get a good look at all the stuff they did to the house. However, I did notice the fixed garage door and (after the husband's prompting over the phone) the new address plate. Hooray, our house doesn't look so ghetto anymore. (Which reminds me - Quick story: When I was at the house the other day, I noticed that someone had written in pencil on one of the porch posts "East Oakland." I told the husband and he said, "Oh, look at that. Some of your people were here.")


Update on the UPS package - I just got off the phone with the husband. It's 9:23 pm right now. He's at work and checked online. They delivered the package at 7:51 pm. I was there at 7:30 pm. Big sigh. They left the package at the front door. When I left, I left the porch light on. So his package is sitting right in the open on our porch under a nice bright spotlight. In perfect view of our neighbors who like to throw parties on Friday nights. In perfect view of the Section 8 folks who live right up the street. I asked the husband what's in the package. Golf clubs. Worth about a grand. Big, big, big sigh. I just put my 3 year old to bed. My 3 year old who gets super cranky if his sleep is interrupted. My 3 year old who kept me up all night the other night because he wouldn't go back to sleep and cried and vomited when I left him in his crib. Argh!

Update 2 - Package is safe. The husband went there when he got off from work and was able to see it even from down the street because of the nice porch light beaming on it.