What is that thing you hate?

I hate my kitchen and I bitch about it the same way people bitch about their jobs. I know my friends have become so intolerant and ignore my vicious kitchen rants when they come over. Ever since I bought this house 14 years ago, I have dreamt of the perfect kitchen and it has yet to materialize.

There have been countless designers, architects, contractors, electicians, painters and friends who have sat in my kitchen with measuring tapes, sketches, cameras and pencils. We had a designer who sat and observed our cooking and clean-up kitchen efforts so he could draw something accurate. That was about $3K ago and still no kitchen remodel.

And yet, the kitchen is so symbolic of a healthy home. It is the soul of the house, it has substance and everything revolves around it. Well that’s not the case in my kitchen.

A few months ago on a very cold and wet January afternoon, I met Bruce, a contractor who had been referred by a friend.  He came by and checked out my kitchen. “Looks easy” he said with the confidence and authority of a true kitchen doctor. I watched him measure, observed his attention to detail, listened to his strategy and believed I had found the one. I started realizing my kitchen problem was more about who I wanted in my house for 2 months working away than anything else.

I thanked Bruce and asked him to send me a quote asap. On his way out, he slid down my front entrance steps and slipped a disk and hurt his back. Oh, poor Bruce, now he is out of work due to multiple injuries and will be gone the rest of the year.  

I feel like a spoiled child……. but where’s my kitchen remodel? What do I do now? How do I pick this back up?  Meanwhile, I’ve become the client from hell to deal with. When I’ve tried calling around to find someone else, it must be my tone that completely scares people away.   I don’t have a solution and believe I am cursed as my negativity is creating havoc.