Wednesday, August 6, 2014

the kitchen, my nemesis

This will be quick, I hear the baby stirring.

Its a case of if you give a mouse a cookie.

If you cut up a watermelon, even if you are careful and have a cookie sheet to catch the mess, you will get drips on the floor.

And those drips will stick to your shoes and spread and you will not see the juice, but you will hear it and feel it as you stick stick stick while you walk. 

You will mop the floor, finding lots of dried bits of food to be scraped off. 

You will see the wall behind the baby's chair needs washing. 

And the door.

And the table legs.

And before you know it, you and Magic eraser have spent a lot of time together getting drips and spatters off places you dont usually see.  But the table leg looks like a different color now and the magic eraser is a dingy gray.  So its all good.

And then you turn and see that this is just one half of the kitchen.  The other half is the one you actually cook in and the thought of all the spatters and dust on surfaces on, in, above and around those cabinets makes your head spin.  The magic eraser runs away screaming.

That will have to wait for another day.

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