Tonight I washed assorted dishes in the bathroom sink. It made me feel like a pioneer woman.
Now, I realize that a) pioneer women didn't have guest bathrooms in which to wash dishes; and b) even if they did, they probably didn't spend much time rinsing sippy cups and Tupperware pizza slice savers.
Nevertheless, that's how I felt.
We've lost the countertops, dishwasher, and kitchen sink. The stove and washer and dryer are next to go. I don't know what they're doing about the fridge, but at least we'll retain the microwave.
Oh, and today I learned the whole project will (allegedly) be done next Wednesday, not next Monday, as I'd originally been told.
But tomorrow I will really have to rough it, because I'm losing my Knitting Spot for several days. All the furniture has to come out of the kitchen and family room and laundry room so the new floor can be laid there. Which means the living room (which is not being refloored) will temporarily house 3 couches, 1 kitchen table, 11 chairs, 1 coffee table, 3 end tables, 2 toy boxes, 2 DVD racks, 1 large sidebaord, the contents of 3 closets, dog dishes, a trash can, a china cabinet, an Ikea corner shelf, 3 bookcases, and a 9 foot pool table. It's a big room, but it should be pretty much impassible for the duration. And neither of my other comfy sitting spots--the loveseat in the study or the Ikea chair in the bedroom--is in view of a tv, and I like to watch tv while I knit.
Life is tough.