My sister Tracy and I have decided that we are all crazy. Some more than others, some are more aware of their own insanity than others...but we are all a little out to lunch, if you know what I mean.
Now...seriously...there are so many things to assume I am crazy over. Of course...9 kids. Everyone calls me crazy over that one. Now, I don't necessarily disagree with them on that one. You have to be a little bit nuts to want that many children. Polly called me crazy when one night while we were taking one of our walks I decided to play "spy" and started hiding behind mailboxes. But this time...I will agree with anyone and everyone that I am crazy.
I am remodeling my kitchen...well, that's to say that it's going to be remodeled. However, I may not be doing the brunt of the construction, but I have had to clean out the kitchen, move furniture, set up dinner plates on the coffee table and throw away several old items I have found on the top of cabinets. That's not necessarily the crazy part. The truly crazy part is the part when I tell you that while in the middle of this insane construction we are also trying to prepare to go on an 11 day vacation. A beach, Vegas vacation via car. I need to have all the laundry caught up, all the dishes done, 11 people packed with all the proper clothing (it might be cooler in Capistrano that Vegas..so the kids need to bring cool and warm weather clothing!), the house cleaned, the bathrooms torn apart to prepare for new floors, the kitchen emptied and cleaned out and a few toys and food items for the car prepared. That's all...really...that's it.
I have been working for days straight. No end in sight. I have toggled between the laundry room and the kitchen trying to get it all ready. I made up lists for the kids so most of them could pack themselves. I have to admit it was very cute watching Joey trying to help Colby pack his little bag. He was being so meticulous about each and every item on the list. Craziness.
I have no one to blame but myself on this one. I thought it would be great for the workers to be here while we were gone. We would be out of their way and they would be out of ours. Nice set up....but that meant that I had to try to maintain two crazy events simultaneously.
Crazy, I know. However, you might not think that so much when I am on the beach sipping a soda, watching the kids play happily while the workers are giving me a new kitchen at home. I guess we are only as crazy as we make ourselves and then in the end it tends to work out. Not so crazy after all? Maybe? Maybe not...