As a mom, I spend most of my time in the kitchen. If I'm not making a meal, I'm cleaning one up. If I'm not packing lunches, I'm unpacking backpacks. If I'm not helping with homework, I'm praising a coloring or play-doh effort.
It's unfortunate, then, that the kitchen is my least favorite room in the house. The previous owners tried to do some updates, but boy, they should have just left it alone. The gray tile floor shows every piece of dirt that is tracked into the house (and with 3 active boys, the pieces of dirt are more like big clumps of EARTH). The granite tile counter top begs for milk to be spilled in its crevices....and my 2-yo happily accepts the invitation on a daily basis. I actually have baking dishes that don't even fit in the "retro" oven because they are too big...or the oven is too small. And the flat top range has a crack running down the side of it. We keep searching for a money tree in the backyard so that we can gut it and completely remodel it. But, so far, all we've found is a bucket full of golf balls. And so, we make the best of it, and I try to focus on the little people who are in the kitchen that I love instead of the little things in the kitchen that I do not love.
But one thing in particular drives me completely insane. And it's not the fault of the previous owners. And no amount of money seems to be able to fix it. What is it? Duh-duh. Duh-duh. Duhduhdudhudhduhduhduh (humming the Jaws song in my mind).....the tupperware cabinet.
I seem to clean out the tupperware cabinet at least once a month. Why do I have to do this so often? Is it the little people who seem to sniff out the moment that I have re-organized it and seize that opportunity to pull everything out of the cabinet to play with? Their method of cleaning it up isn't quite as precise as mine. Or is it my lack of time when I'm unloading the dishwasher for the 2nd time in a particular day and I just start throwing the tupperware in and pray that the door will stay closed?
During my monthly tupperware battles, I pull out all the pieces and match up lids to bowls. In this process I always find pieces that are missing. And I wonder, what has happened to these pieces? Especially since this is a monthly process. Some piece have bowls, but no lids. Others have lids but no bowls. Where the HECK do these pieces go? I may can convince myself why I sometimes have lids, but no bowls. The kids use Tupperware for their snack cups and sometimes these go in the car, outside, etc, etc and by the time I find them, I usually just pitch them in the trashcan. But, how do you explain the bowls with no lids?
I feel like I spend too much time obsessing about my un-organized tupperware cabinet. But I think I do this because it's the one thing that I SHOULD be able to control in my kitchen, but can't seem to. I'm beginning to think that it's just another reminder to my type-A personality that with 4 little boys, I should just be thankful if I can control THEM...and leave everything else to pot.
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