In a fit of violent rage Jonathan broke the kitchen faucet a couple of weeks ago. We’d planned to hold out on all kitchen upgrades until we remodeled our kitchen in a couple years, but oh well.

So – unexpectedly – we spent that afternoon faucet-shopping at Home Depot. You might think that having two toddlers along would be a liability in this situation. But not if you’re married to Jonathan, who takes 59 years to make choices regarding such things in our home. For me, having two toddlers along – quickly getting restless and whiney – was great motivation for Jonathan to speed up the decision-making process.

But then our Home Depot trip turned into a real-life version of If You Give a Pig a Pancake: if we were going to change the faucet, we’re going to want to change the sink. And if we change the sink, we’re going to want to get a sink that’s garbage-disposal compatible. (and then we’re going to want a garbage disposal)

Jonathan wanted to remove our old sink and install the new one himself – then all the plumber would have to do is re-hook the pipes, ostensibly saving us time and money.

Do I need to point out that such thinking always ends in tragedy?

So while Jonathan tried a hairdryer and solvent to loosen the (did I mention it was cast-iron) sink for several days, we were stuck with this for a kitchen faucet:

We did our dishes in the bathroom sink. (We had to disconnect the dishwasher during this process, too, because somehow everything was all interconnected.) One morning Jonah and I climbed into the cabinet under the sink...

....while Benjamin opened and closed the doors on us with great glee.

Eventually Jonathan gave up and the plumber was called soon rather than later. He removed the old sink then told us the new sink was ¼” too big for the existing hole. So then a granite-cutter came to enlarge the hole. In went the new sink, faucet (which Jonathan bought on EBay from a pawn shop), and garbage-disposal and voila:

Isn’t the sink gloriously huge? We could bathe both boys in there if we wanted to! Except that Jonah is still known for his occasional mid-bath poops.

And just today the dishwasher stopped washing the dishes. So it looks like we’ll be remodeling the kitchen one broken appliance at a time.