On the first morning of construction, we as a family headed down to the basement, into our makeshift kitchen, to do our morning routine. Lunches needed to be made, breakfast needed to be eaten, newspaper read, e-mails checked and the cats fed. My sixteen-year-old said he felt like we were living in a bunker. Now the basement gets referred to as the Bunker of the Burrow! Note the non-functioning washer, dryer and dishwasher on the right.
The counter is sterilized regularly! Lily needs her shots twice a day and I need her at a height I can easily do that task. Just to the left of the the two burners is the tiny little bar sink. Life could be worse.