Confessions
How do I say this? Do I just confess and get it over with? Do I delete the pictures, kill the witnesses and pretend this never happens? Do I ‘fess up?This is what happens when I’m working. Today it looks particularly hellish, like a tragic craft tsunami hit the dining room.
It couldn’t all be my mess could it? It is. Worse still, my family eats at this table. So everything has to be picked up and put away for each meal, each day.
Greta is my full time buddy and companion. When no one else can stand me, Greta is there with her big heart, full of encouragement.
When I started cleaning up today she gave me this look like “F— this, I’m outta here.” and took her squeaky toy to the back porch. She must have figured this for an all day project because she came back into the house and retrieved her ham bone before heading back outside.
Fine.
It took 17 gallon-sized freezer bags, a few jars, a couple cups of coffee and a pin cushion to get it to this point.
Not bad, at least there’s a table and a swept floor under it.
20 minutes later (less than an hour from when I started) and the table is clean, the floor swept and mopped.
10 minutes after dinner and the cycle will begin again.
what a mighty tornador your creative force creates!
I SO relate to this. My table seems to be the center of all meaningful activity in my house. It’s constant clearing off.
hee! I am glad it’s not just my place that has this cycle. Thanks for your courageous
post! Maybe we should form a kitchen-tablers-anonymous support group.
Awesome post! I have many surfaces like that around here! LOL
I thought I was only one who had this table problem.
Glad to know I am not alone.