On our to-do list for the new house was new appliances. More than one burner rarely got hot on the stove. It looked like the previous owner's son used the fridge for a punching bag, and we were holding our ketchup in the door by bungee cords due to the lack of shelves (likely ripped off).
The inside of the dishwasher looked like it had been hit by a bus. The top rack didn't adjust, the silverware keeper was in a stupid place, and the door to hold the detergent wouldn't close. Good times.
Sears had a ginormous Presidents Day sale on their Kenmore appliances, and on a whim we visited a store. J fell in love with a french door fridge. In love. I think if it could babysit S, he might have traded me in for it ;) We took measurements and figured it would just...barely...fit in our kitchen space, as long as we cut part of the upper cabinet and finagled with a few things. So Wednesday night we ordered all 3 appliances and waited for them to show.
Yesterday the fridge and range came. No "installation" needed, so just a quick drop and run, right? Well...
The range went right in with no problem. So pretty. The fridge? Well, J had to get out his power tools and cut a bit more out of the upper cabinet and part of the countertop. It's OK, I hate that countertop anyway. The fridge is a snug fit, but it's beautiful, and we love it.
Today was dishwasher delivery and installation day. Thank goodness the guy said he'd come early. First he had to jimmy the old dishwasher over 2 layers of linoleum and a lip of new tile. Then he had to reconfigure the electrical and plumbing lines. Just when he was hitting the home stretch, he called me into the kitchen and asked if I really wanted a stainless steel dishwasher?
Yep, they placed an order for a SS washer instead of black like the other appliances. I know, first world problems. But here was a hole in my kitchen, a brand new dishwasher on its back on the floor, and an irate customer. Fortunately a quick call to Sears assured me of 3 things: 1. They would order a new dishwasher to be installed by our contractor who was still standing in our kitchen; 2. We'd save $ since black was cheaper than stainless steel; and 3. We were more than welcome to have the stainless steel washer installed and used until the right color showed up at our door. At which point the poor guy will have to yank it out of the wall and put the new one in.
Somehow through all of this, S was a perfect angel. She was fascinated by the installer, and wanted to "help" him, but knew not to touch his tools. And she went down for a nap with no fighting, which was a complete 180 from yesterday's nap and sleep debacle.
So here I sit while the new dishwasher goes in. To be replaced on Wednesday or thereabouts. Good times.