Monday.

It's snowing. Zoe is sick again with a head cold that boasts a bonus fever and the constant need to blow one's nose. She doesn't want to eat, but she's arguing with the television from her blanket covered post on the couch. Sesame Street is annoying when you are sick, I guess.
Her sister woke up in a foul mood and we had to have a brief conversation about being a mean girl. She hates it when I tell her she's behaving like a mean girl.
Also, my kitchen is kind of a wreck. I painted the insides of the built in cabinets on either end of the dining room this weekend. It only took me five hours on Saturday and another three yesterday. Glossy terra cotta colored paint is hard to cover up. So my arms hurt. And it's snowing.
I put a roast in the crock pot and poured the rest of last nights two buck chuck over it. It looked naked, so I chopped up an onion and threw that in there too. The plan is to have tomato soup tonight, but something needs to be cooking in the kitchen, and the drywall is getting its tape and mud treatment today, so I'm banned from the area. If I wasn't, I'd bake brownies for Zoe.

Happy Winter.
Here's what's going on in the kitchen.

So, that was the view from my station in the kitchen. I stood there for five years. Seriously. There's a big worn spot in the wood to prove it.

There's a lot of extra room, now. Hooray. It's still a mess, because I can't figure out where all my stuff goes yet. But we'll get there.

These are the lovely built-ins that are partially responsible for the love at first sight situation I fell into the first time we walked through the house. Someone painted their insides the color of baby poo. Shiny Baby Poo. Ew.

So I repainted them the color of the inside of a lemon. The opposite of Ew. It's more like, Hooray.