The Kitchen is a Mess (D18)

That's why I'm writing now. Sometimes I write because I'm excited to share good news or obligated to share poor news. Sometimes I write because I'm thinking of things and writing helps me keep them straight, organized and understood. Sometimes I write because I want to document something that is touching, funny, scary, worthwhile. Sometimes I write because Steve is watching a horror movie and I want to stay beside him but need distraction from the tv so I don't watch and get scared. Tonight the horror story is my kitchen, and I want to be distracted so I don't clean it, and so I write.

Today was busy again. Steve got up with the kids so I could sleep in a bit - isn't that nice? Once up, I started the laundry that was prioritized after the sale prep last week, cleaned the kitchen from last night and posted the remaining ads on kijiji. (I should interrupt myself here to warn you that kijiji is frighteningly addictive, I've been running an inventory in my head all day of the things in the house I could list - not for the money, but for the thrill) Then it was time to fight the kids into respectable clothes and the car and cart them off to church. For the record, Little Miss went to church in a sparky purple princess gown, tiara and light-up, hand-me-down Tinkerbell sneaks complimented by one pink and one white sock. At least the congregation got a chuckle when the minister pointed it out during the children's story. After church we came home for lunch, regrouped and headed out to a birthday party for one of Jack's friends from daycare (her sister still attends with Elliot). We missed our first soccer night, but figured the party was more important. (I should interrupt here to point out what a good mom I am for enrolling my boys in soccer even though it's an aweful game with no point and no interest - I do so because they have demonstrated interest and I shouldn't pass down my loathing for a specific sport any more than I should my loathing for fungus). Home from the party several hours later we struggled to do anything productive in a fog of fatigue, laundry, tidying, feeding of pets, Steve worked for a while while the kids watched Dora and finally we got around to bbq'd dogs and chips for supper. Ketchup is a vegetable, is it not? They got fruit for dessert so it wasn't quite as bad as it sounds - though close, I admit. Dinner was followed by bath, teeth, peeing and bed. I convinced Tink to let me dry her hair, just for fun and then Elliot wanted his dried too. Don't tell Steve. I LOVE E's hair, I've started calling it his "Rockstar Car Racer" hair (Rockstar b/c it's long, layered and curled at the end, Car Racer because that's his current professional ambition and so he's less likely to want it cut off if he thinks it makes him that much closer). It's awesome. I read a Dora book to PJ, and the second half of chapter one of Harry Potter to the boys and I would hazard a guess that they're all out cold by now, 20 minutes later.

And so, I came down to clean the kitchen. I should clean the kitchen, it really really needs to be cleaned. My long rambling post has bought me some time, providing itself a purpose where little else can be found... I should clean the kitchen.

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