Saturday, March 28, 2015
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 0.00 miles; Running Total: 218.59 miles)
Day 260 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
In the morning I did this week’s leg workout. Then the kids and I went to the movies. I exhausted all my parenting awesomeness on the movie so we stayed home Saturday night.
Hannah and Connor were occupied binge-watching iCarly episodes in the living room. I was bored and restless so I started cleaning the kitchen. I started unloading the dishwasher and reached to put a couple of kid cups away.
I keep plastic kid cups in a drawer next to the sink instead of in an overhead cabinet because it’s easy for the kids to reach. This way I don’t have to stop what I’m doing every time they want water.
I prefer to think of this as ‘teaching them independence’, not ‘laziness’.
*gives everyone a hard stare* Quit judging me.
But I couldn’t fit any of the cups in there. Somehow that drawer became a catch all. Water bottle lids and mason jar lids and useless plastic utensils with the saying I stole this from Joe’s Crab Shack printed on the side.
I had nothing better to do so I started cleaning out that drawer. I took everything out, evaluated what I needed, what was garbage and what could be donated. I put the ‘keep’ stuff back, tossed the ‘throw away’ stuff in the garbage or recycling bin and put the ‘donate’ stuff in a pile.
Now the kid cups from the dishwasher fit nicely in their drawer.
But when I opened the silverware drawer to put those items away, now that drawer looked messy. So I cleaned out the silverware drawer with the same method. Remove all, make three piles: keep, throw away, donate.
Now happy with both drawers I opened up an overhead cabinet to put the glasses away. It was a disaster! I couldn’t live like this!
So I cleaned out that cabinet. And another. And another.
Pretty soon it was 9:30 at night, the dishwasher still wasn’t unloaded, and I was sitting on the floor cleaning out pots and pans, arranging Tupperware and wondering why the hell I own a cake ball maker, an Easy Bake oven and a waffle iron (ask me how often I make waffles).
After I was done I opened all the drawers and cabinets and just looked inside, admiring my work.
Hannah looked in the kitchen. “What are you doing?”
I could feel a big, goofy grin on my face. “Having fun.”
“That doesn’t look fun,” she said, looking puzzled.
“Wait ’til you’re thirty five.”
She just shook her head in a way that said grown-ups are so weird and went back to her TV show.
Today’s silver lining: My kitchen is now organized and I have a hefty donation pile.
Will it stay this way? I doubt it.
Life is messy and with three other people living in this house I’ll probably go on another organizing binge in six months. That is, unless I want to be a kitchen-Nazi and never let anyone else help put things away.
(um… Pass. I like having help.)
But it feels good to get rid of stuff.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!
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