The Demolition Report: Sweat & Mascara

Yes, I have sweat and mascara in my eyes. It hurts.  And all of the sweaty stuff is making me break out like crazy.

Don't look at me! I'm hideous!

It stings.

But my kitchen demolition is very underway!  Hooray!  I am discovering all sorts of buried treasure, like this old window:

Neat. It would look directly into my shower! Double neat!

 
And a whole bunch of ancient cat food over which the previous contractor installed the cabinets.  Laziness, people. Laziness.

Without further ado, here’s a slew of photo documentation from the last four days:

Not 100% sure this isn't asbestos *laughs nervously*

  

OMFG Do not lick that! There should be no eating right now!

 

And then Petey got sent to our room; too much curiosity, too underfoot.

 

I also found out where the cockroaches had been breeding (behind the fridge):

Dry heave city

And where they had been pooping (on the other side of the room, behind the oven.) I will spare you that picture.  Needless to say, I donned my protector mask for both tasks.  I truly feel that good Feng Shui starts within the walls; just knowing that stuff is in there?? It’s keeping me up at night.  I’ve washed my hands about sixty times today alone, and showered twice.  But I can never unknow the things I have seen…this will be my Vietnam.

But seriously, I’m easily traumatized.  It’s a character defect that I am working on.  Thank goodness I have never experienced the stuff that people actually get PTSD over (like Nam).  No, no. I am just a girl, tearing apart her walls, cleaning up an old cockroach infestation before sealing it all back up again.  Ahhhhh the simple life!