Drained
I’m so tired. I don’t like when my parents argue. Even worse tonight when my dad spoke to me with a loud voice. He often talks to my mom as if she were also one of his many employees and staff but tonight is the first time he talked to me that way. It doesn’t feel good, not at all.
I designed our new kitchen, and I feel like every time I’ll see the kitchen, I’ll always remember the mistakes I made. That the island counter is way too low, so the bar stools indent ordered from Bo Concept will not look as good. The the drawers and cabinet drawers below the counters are flush instead of supposedly overlapped. The freaking frame of the built-in microwave was done incorrectly. I hate this. I’d ask to adjust all of these things but the cabinet/drawer faces and the island counter siding are all made of reused hard wood custom sized for our kitchen. Redoing it is not possible. I just hate knowing that the island counter height is wrong, looks wrong, and feels wrong ergonomically. It’s fine when you use it while standing up but not so much when sitting down to use it as a breakfast nook.
They’ve invested much in high end products for our kitchen. I just wish the carpentry was so much better. They ordered 4 Bo Concept bar stools, we have Blum mechanism and hardware installed and we just bought a GE Monogram built-in microwave. Arg.
I’m drained. I’ve been drained. I don’t like being involved with my parents like this.
I haven’t cried in a while but tonight I couldn’t help it.
