Anything can happen when you’ve got children in your home, and I mean ANYTHING. They run around, throw things in the house, spill anything housed in a glass or cup, and generally run amuck unless they’re told not to. Why do I mention this, you might be asking? Well, this is a classic tale of the threat a baseball has on your kitchen cabinets (among other things.)
Not long ago, Fourth of July to be exact, I was at a barbecue hosted by a neighbor of my parents down in Central New Jersey. The ages of the attendees ranged from toddlers to geriatric, and the mood was jovial, accommodating, and lively. Children were running around the yard, adults were sipping drinks and talking about their lives, homes, work, and kids. It was good times, to be certain, but then disaster struck: the kids were getting tired and wanted to hang out inside.
On its face, you might think that tuckered out youngsters dragging their feet on their way indoors would be a good sign that the rambunctiousness is coming to an end, but this wasn’t the case. They plopped down on the couch and began watching the Cartoon Network. We thought that they would be satiated by age appropriate cartoons, snacks, and juice, but be couldn’t have been more wrong.
One of my friends who had accompanied me to this party went inside to fetch us a few beers (after all, we’re adults) when he realizes that the kids are tossing a football around between the living room and kitchen. He then notices that one of the cabinets has been completely knocked off of its hinges and is sitting on the counter! This destructive development didn’t stop these kiddies from continuing to enjoy their devastating game of catch.
Once my parent’s neighbors found out about this cabinet distress that had just taken place they seemed mad. Though, in almost minutes that anger turned to optimism, surprisingly enough. The neighbors in question, whose cabinets were now sitting in shambles on the kitchen counter, just went back outside and continued to host the party, serve food, and enjoy drinks in anticipation of the impending fireworks.
After the night was over and everyone had went home I left wondering what the outcome will be for the kitchen cabinets – at least one needed to be replaced. I asked my parents to give me their number so I could call them the next day. I talked to them about the damage and what they were considering. They said they had been meaning to get their cabinets worked on for a while and that this mishap might have been the figurative kick-in-the-pants they needed. I told them about refacing their cabinets as an option. They contacted the nearest Granite Transformations franchise (South Jersey) and the rest is history. They love their new cabinets!