Sep 14 2004
a mother’s work is never done
After almost 28 years, my mother is still cleaning up after me.
The state of my kitchen was just so unacceptable to her that she just had to come and help me reorganize it. And since I knew that some reorganizing had to be done before the baby arrived, I let her at it.
I now have shelf paper on the shelves, in the drawers, and in the cabinets. Apparently, a shelf without shelf paper is like going out without underwear.
Hey! She said it, not me.
And sitting on the new shelf paper are clean serving dishes, reorganized pots and pans, weeded out medicine, organized tupperware containers, and an entire deep drawer devoted to baby stuff (of which we have 2 bottles for right now).
The refrigerator is free of crumbs and whatever else she found under the crisper drawers. Expired food stuffs were tossed, and the freezer was wiped down.
I have been told that I deserve to buy myself new potholders and dish cloths, so many of those were sent to be the stuff of thrift stores.
It is amazing what such a deep clean can do to your perspective of your kitchen. Now, I am happy to open the spice cabinet, because I know my mother cares enough about me to combine the 4 containers of allspice I had into one.
We shall see how long this clean kitchen high lasts.
if she’s looking for more, our fridge hasnt been cleaned in 2 years. thankfully the dead food was recently emptied out, but the crumbs and jam leakage are about to rise in a revolution.
School started back up for both S-G and I today, and I just got OK’d for a long weekend in October to visit little Buckminster Fuller when s/he is born.
Yeah! I look forward to making you and SG and Uncle & Aunt! Covenant’s Homecoming is the weekend that the baby is due, so maybe you will get to come up then.
One quick question- do you have shelf paper on your shelves and cabinets?
Ooooo… Buckminster Fuller Crumley…. It’s soooo musical….
hmmmm….
See, the thing is that Buckminster Fuller Crumley is actually in the running as a boy’s name. And I am not happy about it. If we have a boy and D decides that is the baby’s name, we WILL be calling him Fuller.
Can you imagine playing the name game with the name Buck? Ouch.
No paper for us. Though my sister Brynne once spent three weeks protecting a role of fancy shelf paper from Florence as we travelled on bumpy trains, soggy boats and Roman scooters. I hope her shelves appreciate it.