We are quickly working our way through week four of this kitchen remodel. There are times when I feel quite zen about the whole thing and other times when I am completely convinced that it is absolutely never, ever going to be finished (insert very dramatic music here)!! Sometimes, I feel both things in the same day. The last couple of weeks it feels like such a monumental task to do the slightest thing that involved cooking. We currently have most of the kitchen kind of set up in Walter’s bedroom (his bed is currently at the end of ours because he refuses to sleep by himself, but that is another post…) along with a coleman stove on the patio next to my grill. As I type this, it sounds not that bad, I have some basics, so it seems I SHOULD (oh the “shoulds”) be able to whip something up. The problem comes when I attempt to find anything. The kitchen is in Walter’s room, but most of the time I have only a vague idea of which box it might be in.