I got food poisoning this weekend. Seriously. About eight hours after scarfing down a chicken salad sandwich at one of my favorite spots to eat I became violently ill. And while the worst of it was over by Sunday morning, I’m still feeling queasy a full day and a half after it started.
Seeing as I spent most of my time off either in the bathroom or in bed, I didn’t get nearly as much done as I’d hoped. I did get a jump start on a craft project I’ve been thinking of for weeks, and around 5pm on Sunday I finally talked Nick into installing the new dishwasher.
Here we are about to get started. We looked up how to remove and install a new dishwasher on YouTube and brought the laptop into the kitchen so we could review it as we went. Pistachio followed her usual routine of plopping herself down exactly where we were about to start working. Step one, according to YouTube and my sister’s handyman boyfriend, is to remove the bottom panel and start disconnecting stuff. So onto hands and knees we went to check things out.
And this would be the second time this weekend that things didn’t go as planned! Our dishwasher doesn’t have a panel along the bottom, and it looks like the previous owners just covered up the entire length of cabinet + dishwasher + cabinet with baseboard. The obvious thing to do here would be to carefully remove the entire baseboard, then later either replace it intact or cut it to accommodate the new dishwasher’s bottom panel and allow it to someday be removed or serviced without having to take the whole baseboard off again.
The sad news is that after a weekend of being sick I just didn’t have it in me to coach Nick through this (and Nick, being not at all confident in his handyman skills nor generally inclined to enjoy this sort of thing, would definitely have needed some serious coaching). So I told him we could hold off on installing the dishwasher if he promised promised promised that it would absolutely get done next weekend no matter what. He agreed. I was secretly relieved. Next weekend we’ll give it another shot.
Did you notice how I didn’t even wipe down my dishwasher or baseboards for that picture? Keepin’ it real, people. If I were to wipe down everything just before snapping a picture, you might start to think that my house is always spotless, even when I’m sick, and then you might start getting a complex about me, like maybe I’m perfect and my house is always clean. You might look around your own house and notice some dust or some iffy-looking kitchen surfaces and feel inadequate. And we just can’t have that. So here I am, proudly posting pictures of my not-so-perfect house on the internet for everyone to see.
The moral of the story: sometimes things don’t go as planned, and that’s okay.