What was I thinking?I had this bright idea yesterday to reorganize and declutter the kitchen cabinets. Top to bottom. Did I do this in increments? Noooo. Did I do this in stages? noooo.... Did I do this on advice of counsel? Nooooooo. I took everything out of all cabinets and drawers and dumped it in the middle of the floor.
Pay no attention to that sign.
I didn't. Because I secretly knew if I wasn't forced to put it back, it wouldn't get done.
After standing on chairs and cabinets to get into 9 ft high cabinets at the ceiling, sticking my hand in drawers that hadn't been discovered since 1492 and reaffirming my hatred for housework, I discovered....
spices dated 2007, egg beaters all tangled up like they'd been in a fight, wedding gifts tucked away out of sight since 1980, matching jewelry I'd been looking for for five years, a can of peas which expired Nov 2010, an antique Italian bowl that might buy a plane ticket to anywhere, all the pieces to my grandmother's everyday white swirl china and a stray pacifier resting in an egg cup, probably mine from 1852...that grandmother knew how to hide things.
and a myriad of hodgepodge life that now must go downstairs or up or out or trashed or tucked neatly away out of my sight. I also washed alllllll the dishes. What was I thinking?? My back hurts.
Tomorrow is play day. I'd better get off the computer and finish this nonsense before somebody gets hurt.
Don't worry, Homer. I'm cleaning out your room next.