Last weekend my mother-in-law conquered the kitchen. My sister-in-law and I helped but no one moves at the pace of my mother-in-law. The woman is like 3 people in 1. We did a deep clean and watched as Mom lined all the shelves and unpacked all of our kitchen stuff (that she packed the night before). If it weren't for her I would still be in the kitchen covered in Murphy's Oil Soap a week later.
Having the kitchen ready has started to make the house feel like a home and not a strange, empty, dust-filled disaster. I have no idea how we ever fit everything into our tiny NYC kitchen. It's a relief to actually have options of where to put things.
All the furniture gets moved this Saturday and then we'll officially be living in New Jersey. Oy vey.
