oh. buzzkill.
and then i continue chatting, while wondering just how bad would it be if i left it 'til in the morning. at which time i throw cold water on my own face, and come to my senses. because it is NEVER fun to wake up to a dirty kitchen. EVER.
here is what i face: multiple pots used for soup. a frying pan from this morning's sausage patties. yes, i am lazy. it has sat there all day. i could give you excuses but i won't.
the orange-looking soup, in case you're wondering, is chicken with rice, with salsa thrown in. it's a real crowd-pleaser. and a mom-pleaser, because it's easy. fast. not a total nutritional loss.
now you are viewing leftover lunch. and yes, i was raised better than this. my mother never has a dirty dish in sight. i see butter still out. an ice cream carton. nice. and yes, mcdonald's.
and because i leave no counterspace untapped, here's soup cans. peanuts. more ice cream. i will do better tomorrow. i promise.
hey, the stuff on the right is CLEAN. but it could grow whiskers there waiting for someone -- me -- to put it up. left side -- not so clean. and the yellow rubber gloves? out because i got a manicure on thursday, chipped three nails on friday, and swore to heaven above i would never do THAT again.
after pic #1: clean!
clean! wiped down. it's good for another eight hours or so -- while we sleep -- until the young 'uns hit the kitchen with their myriad breakfast creations. and we start all over.
clean! what you can't see, is that in the meantime i have eaten leftover pei wei, so the left counter viewed above, is now dirty. again. a plate, a tray, two chinese containers. it never ends. you can't win. just give in.
i lied. i win. because my little boy made this for me for valentine's and it's on the fridge.
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