Tuesday

I came downstairs at 8:30 am. Mmmm. I going to make hot cereal for breakfast. Damnit, all of the pots are dirty or in the refrigerator (don’t judge my pot in the fridge- I live with 3 men). What’s in them? Four string beans. A spoonful of rice… *Sigh

I take the pots out of the fridge. What’s inside all of that Tupperware? Nothing worth saving. Toss them on the counter with the pots. I go to close the fridge and notice ‘why are there two open jars of pickles in here? I take them out and combine them into one. Go to put it back- label facing out of course. Then the relish next to it. Then the banana peppers next to that. Good, all labels facing forward like condiment soldiers. Throw that wilted spinach away while you are in there. You know what? Just clean out the fridge. Done! That looks nice.

The pots and Tupperware. Toss all the junk into the trash. Why is the draw to the trash cans so gross? I get a magic eraser and go to work on the cabinets. Ok. Wash the pots and whatnot, while looking at that blender that has been sitting there for two days because the lid is stuck. What if I blend soap and water? Cool. I blend. It looks like a milkshake. I should put it in the fridge for somebody to drink. Ehhh, not this time. I’ll just wrestle with the blender to get the lid off. Finally, I got it off. Wash it out and clean up the sink. The soap in the dispensers is a little low. Might as well refill them. Done.

Dry off the Tupperware, and put it away. But wait, there’s more. Guess which cabinet can use just a little order? That’s better. Alright, I’m going to leave the small saucepan on the stove and put all the other stuff in the cabinet. There’s that lid I was looking for! This cabinet can use some love. I organize the pots and pans in the cabinet. There! That looks better. What was I doing? Oh. Breakfast. It is 10:42 am. I am eating Cream of Wheat.

Send help.