And I think what was most shameful about all that, is that we then learned to operate that way, with an uplight we moved around the kitchen as needed. FOR A YEAR.
Divorce is hard. You let things go. Except I never really let things go, I just continue to be irritated by their lack of progress and feeling like my hands are tied and my frustration mounts until one day, after watching This Old House with my kids and then heading to ballet class, I decide I've had enough and I have a Home Depot credit card with my name on it so I'm going to go buy a mother effing light for the kitchen and install it because THIS IS NOT A WAY TO LIVE.
And then I did.
The kids were excited to go back to Home Depot -- I'd forgotten how familiar that place had become for them, for a minute. Kiedis was running around pretending to interview me as if we were on This Old House and asking me spot-on questions about what I was looking at and putting in the cart, that sort of thing. Tova was just happy to be in the behemoth cart with the two little seat areas for kids. She loves that thing and I hate pushing it but you know what, it beats lifting her in and out of a traditional cart any day, so I deal.
Sidebar: I just tried to find a picture of the kind of cart I'm talking about and I just discovered that apparently every damn Home Depot in America except mine has car-shaped kid carts? What the hell? Why don't we have those? My kids would be so freaking excited. I hate the tank-carts with the giant attachment on the back with the weird diagonal seats and the flimsy belts. We need car carts! Do you hear me, cart gods? Send the Home Depot in Beavercreek/Fairborn, OH some damn orange car-carts!
So we three trekked to Home Depot and I bought a light for the kitchen that was inexpensive and unoffensive and kind of maybe something I'd think about getting if I were able to actually do the kitchen reno we were supposed to before everything fell apart.
It may also be track lighting. Don't judge me.
Ignore those giant holes. They're from the old fixture and I was running out of daylight so I didn't bother to patch them.
It was kind of cool that the kids stood at the bottom of the ladder and handed things up to me and put things away for me -- so I can't say that I did this solely on my own, but this was my first attempt at hanging a light without another adult around. Score one, me. And I loved that they were so excited to help -- they've grown up around renovations, for the most part, but I'm glad to see them take interest in improving their surroundings. Like maybe somewhere in there, I did something right.
But of course, this small project was not without minor complications.
Like that the old fixture hid the fact that *if* there's a mounting box for a light, it's behind the drywall. So that made hanging the mounting bracket kind of ... fun.
But, with a little determination and, you know, faith, I got the little bugger securely up there.
And it's kind of pretty, if you ask me. Of course, I've been futzing with the direction of the lights a bit, but I have to be careful because the whole thing is metal and does get hot to the touch after bring on for a minute.
Also, sidebar: I didn't understand why, when I opened the box, there was a singular suction cup in with the screws and nuts. Ten minutes of trying to get the tiny halogen lightbulbs in (with much swearing) was enough to make a tiny lightbulb within my noggin go off.
Now I just have to try and not lose that thing. Lord help me.
I had been afraid when buying the light that it wouldn't be bright enough for the kitchen. I needn't have worried.
It's taken some getting used to, walking in to the kitchen, to have a brightness coming from above. Of course, as you can see a little, that there were still some dark spots lurking because the difference between a giant fluorescent light and three halogen spots is, you know, marked.
Good thing I planned for that.
But we'll get there.