A couple months ago, I bought some organizers for our kitchen cabinet to help with the leaning towers of pots. The organizers went, promptly, into my office. There they sat until last week…when I put the bag in front of the cabinet to inspire action. The Boy was inspired to sweep the kitchen and moved the bag into the breakfast nook. Where it stayed.
But, for some reason, I am inspired to get more done on a Sunday afternoon than the rest of the week combined. I work out. I go to the grocery store. I do dishes. And today I put the organizers in the cupboard. Honestly, I don’t think it helped at all.
But I did learn some things:
1. The Boy will keep anything that is well made, even if we never use it or we’re missing a piece. Turns out, we have a pressure cooker. That doesn’t work.
2. I don’t care enough to throw things away just because I think it is silly that The Boy keeps them*. We still have a nonfunctional pressure cooker.
3. I also noticed that we have the toaster oven, for which I have bought two replacements, stored in a cabinet. It is true that I replaced it mostly because it was ugly. But that one, and the little red one that proved to be more style than function, could really go. Unless someone wants to come over for a toast party. TOAST FOR 15!
3. We also have a strainer that nests into the big pot we make spaghetti with so that all you have to do is lift it out and voila! Strained pasta.
4. Obi will help organize a cupboard.
5. Obi is not particularly helpful when he helps organize a cupboard.
6. The fastest way to get Obi out of the cupboard he is helping to organize is to ask The Boy to hand you your camera.
Kitten gone. Cabinet organized…ish.
Nothing toasted, pressurized or strained in the process.
* It is worth noting that I also don’t throw things away. I am working on paring my wardrobe down to one closet (plus the sweater closet, of course). Much of my wardrobe doesn’t fit or is no longer appropriate for my age. Those items conceal items that DO fit and that I SHOULD be wearing. Such as, for example, the jeans I am wearing right now. I found them on Thursday and a) am amazed by how perfectly they fit and b) have no recollection of buying them or owning them in the past.
I don’t a toast party is a good idea. Imagine all the drama and stress that would come from having to decide who gets toast from the good toaster.
And, if we had a make your own toast bar, everyone using the red toaster would have untoasty toast. Since it has no timer, we tended to get charcoal or just warmed bread.
Ooh! You could have a contest to see who makes the best toast. Everyone gets three tries, and you’re not allowed to look at a clock. Winner gets a pat of butter.
Do I know how to have a good time, or what?