When I came back home from my 45 minute walk, this is what my kitchen looked like! I am not joking. I am not making this stuff up either...my imagination isn't that good! I had no idea that he was going to tear the kitchen apart while I was gone. (I might have stayed at home).
I hadn't even had a chance to get a drink of water when he asked, "Hey, Julie. Can you wash dishes in the bathroom for a few days?" I assured him quickly that I would not be using the bathroom sink, the bathtub, or the toilet to wash dishes. If he takes out the sink, it must be put back that same day...I had to draw the line somewhere!!!!
After just a few hours of work, he had the kitchen back in order enough for me to cook. This corner is where the big pantry cabinet used to be. We had the refrigerator there for about 2 days. He has now closed in the doorway.
I would be worried about my mental health if I were the only person in the house exhibiting symptoms. I can't tell you how many times I have been standing in the refrigerator and turned around to where the refrigerator used to be to get something. The other day I watched our 15 year old put his beloved apple cider in the pantry cabinet instead of the refrigerator. He caught himself and I heard a growl coming from his lips! Last night, I bet I tried to walk through the doorway that isn't a doorway any more in our kitchen to get to the hall at least ten times. I heard everybody making the same mistakes. Some of the kids laughed when they realized their mistake, while others grumbled. Our oldest son was at work when Michael made the wall out of the doorway. When Matthew came home, I think he bumped into the new wall trying to get in the kitchen. He screamed and then mumbled something about why he had to live in a house where doorways turned into walls without advanced notice!
grace and peace,