Extreme Makeover: Kitchen Edition

"I hate the dishes in the sink

Which roommates care for less than I

And sometimes make me want to cry

But then I do them 'cause they stink."

-Written today in my English 

class as an assignment

So dishes have kind of fallen by the wayside this week in the midst of homework and, in the case of Elizabeth, boyfriend. Today was day three of the accumulation and I finally got fed up with it.

So. I decided to pull up my big-girl (aka mommy) pants and fix it. It's obviously bothering me more than my roommates so if I want it done I only know one person who'll do it and do it well enough to satisfy me. Me.

It's a good thing it's Friday--otherwise I would fall behind in my homework. It took two hours.

Long story short, my kitchen went from this

 And this

 To this

 And this

I want to say that the kitchen will never get like that again, but I know that's simply wishful thinking. But I do know that it will never get worse because my threshold won't allow it. Thank goodness I have one!