My kitchen feels out-of-control tonight. The counter is cluttered by an empty pizza box, plastic wrap from a dry cleaned coat, an Operation Christmas Child shoebox, a warm 2-liter bottle of Squirt, papers, dishes and a myriad of other odds and ends. The sink is filled with highchair trays (still holding this morning's uneaten waffles), plates, cups, spoons, and forks (dishes, dishes, dishes galore!). Let me say it again, my kitchen is out-of-control.
In fact, let's not just limit ourselves to the kitchen, my entire house feels like one huge cluttered home - random toys in every room. As far as the eye can see, things that are not put away. "Go to your home" I yell, but nothing listens. My daughter looks at me and wonders who in the world her mom is talking to.
Life feels unsettled when my home is like this, especially the kitchen. When my kitchen is out-of-control, my life sometimes feels out-of-control. If that one room in the house (a control-center of sorts) is cleaned and every other room in the house is a disaster area, life still seems somehow manageable. But if the kitchen blows up - look out, Momma could go at anytime!
I remember growing up the best gift we could give my mom was a clean kitchen - I'm starting to understand. I would love it if my three-year old suddenly learned how to clean the kitchen and would periodically surprise me. What a glorious day that will be!
I suppose I should probably get up from this computer, walk in to that disaster area of a kitchen and get to work putting things (my life included?) back in order...
Yeah right, distraction sounds much better!
"Kory I'm coming - start the movie!"