Do Not Panic

There comes a time during all projects that the pulse begins to race, the breathing becomes labored and the mind just flips out of control. WHY!?

Not that I should be in a panic. It's really only been two weeks. We've come remarkably far in that time period, all things considered. Preparing our 6-year-old Neto boy to enter the first grade next week and corraling our two in diapers...I should feel satisfied at what we have accomplished. Actually, I am.

But now, I've got to figure out our kitchen. I don't even know where to start. We are working with a blank slate - which usually is a good thing. For some reason, my imagination has made a run for it, and though I have wonderful ideas, I've got to strike a balance between what would be most pleasing and affordable at the same time. I've tried all the virtual kitchen designers but spend more time figuring them out then getting anywhere. Oh well. There really is no rush. We have plenty of time. It will come together...eventually.