Lukewarm feet

I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later: I've developed a case of lukewarm feet.

I know the kitchen will be great when it's finished. I know we need more space. I'm already tired of having my work space in the living room (whenever someone comes to the front door, it feels as though they are peeking into my cubicle--I've gotten used to more privacy at the back of the house).

But despite all that, I've had fleeting thoughts of, "Is this all really necessary?"

I've even envisioned having all the brick re-laid and going back to Square One: a badly designed 90's kitchen with icky cabinets, chipped laminate, and the worst traffic flow West of the Mississippi.

But the brick is off, the die has been cast, and I know it will be worth it when it's all over, whenever that may be.

Until then, I'm going to keep blogging and look forward to the end of my lukewarm feet.