Last month our microwave quit working, and about 2 weeks ago our oven stopped working. When I got online to schedule a service call I learned our dishwasher had been recalled. Why do bad things always happen in threes??? Today the repairman came and fixed all three...the bill was $342 for the microwave and oven and I guess I should be thankful that the repairman waived the $75 service call fee...and I'm extremely thankful to have a fully functioning kitchen again. I was getting sick of pasta (the stove top still works) and heating up stuff in the little $30 microwave we bought at Target to get us through until we got the microwave fixed.
While the repairman had the microwave taken down from above the oven he commented that our cabinets were coming apart from the wall...and he was right. There's a good two inches between the tops of the cabinets and the wall - I've got a kitchen full of leaning tower of Pisa cabinets. Hubby unloaded almost everything in the cabinets and then promptly left for hockey.
This is the kitchen that I came home too - the rest of the dishes are stacked on the table. What a sight. Just when I was finally conquering some of the clutter around the house, this happens. I have a church get together tomorrow night so we probably won't get the cabinets reinforced until Wednesday. Then I've got two days to clean everything up before Miss S's birthday party on Saturday morning. Holy cripes almighty, I think I'm going to have a panic attack. Please send me calm thoughts to help me get through this week!!