Robb and I have been treating the kitchen restoration project like a job. We're working a regular schedule, and taking the weekend off. Part of this is to keep me from wanting to kill myself (it is dirty, uncomfortable, grueling work) and partly because this weekend is my birthday. If we worked on this project for my entire vacation, I'd be a mental wreck.
I've managed to get almost all the paint scraped off the main cabinets, as well as the drawers underneath them. We'll follow up with sanding, and then after that we'll prime and paint. We have to be careful to not destroy our vintage formica and flooring, which adds a layer of stress to the project. We have to work with care, or we'll just wreck the place.
And speaking of wreckage, both Robb and I have come to the somewhat unpleasant realization that we don't have a lot of faith in how the cabinets are attached to the walls. And, oddly, both of us had the same thought: Now that we've noticed the less-than-ideal attachment, the cabinets are going to spontaneously fall down. This make no sense at all since these cabinets have withstood decades of use (and earthquakes), but we're both convinced that the universe has a sick sense of humor. Now that we've lost faith, our house is going to self-destruct.