No more cleaning, please!!

I just discovered that teeny, tiny plaster pieces made their way into the kitchen cupboards...and into all of the dishes. Now I think I may cry.

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Courtney said…
Oh, goodness! I hope you have a dishwasher. If I lived closer, I would come and help you wash dishes. :)
January 8, 2009 at 6:17 PM
Heather's Henhouse said…
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January 9, 2009 at 2:08 PM
Heather's Henhouse said…
I really think you're having a nightmare. I wish you could just wake up and it would all be done and everyone would give you peace and quiet at your house. I'm starting to wonder if you can make it 2 1/2 more weeks. I think I would have broken down by now, I guess it's just building your resistance? My only suggestion, until it's all done is that you should try using Kate's kitchen instead of yours, it's easier to clean.
January 9, 2009 at 2:09 PM
Sarah Craft said…
Haha! "Use Kate's kitchen." Now that would be a cooking feat. Oh, and Courtney we own a dishwasher but it is not hooked up due to reasons too complicated to explain. However, we should hopefully have it hooked up in the near future. I'm guessing a month.
January 9, 2009 at 3:33 PM
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