Day 10 is supposed to be about coming to terms with an unavoidable mess because of special circumstances. Examples given were a new baby, baking with the kids because it's Christmas, etc. Sure, I get that.
But what I want to talk about is the revolving door of mess that is the KITCHEN. Ugh. I never get that sucker clean for more than 5 minutes, because as soon as I do someone has to eat again. I feel like my dishwasher and I have a dysfunctional relationship. I can't get no satisfaction. And who am I kidding? The Kitchen is never "done." I almost always run out of steam just shy of finishing the last bit. Um. That pot can soak until tomorrow. Or why put away the skillet when we'll just pull it out again in the morning?
I marvel as I watch my mother-in-law wipe down every inch of her (gorgeous, gigantic) granite-topped kitchen island after every prepared meal. Huh. I have about half that surface area in my whole kitchen, and it's lucky to see a sponge.
Let's face it. I despise the mundane. The idea that I'll be doing the exact same activity tomorrow and the next day and on and. . . makes me want to crawl into bed.
Which is where I am at this very moment.
There. That's me living with the mess.
Good night!
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