So says FavoriteSon. Three days after I declared myself the “counter tyrant.”
Every time I see one tiny little thing on the counter, I start asking, “Who left this here?” “Who used this?” “What is this?” “Where does this go?” “Can I get rid of this?”
Then I start calling children: “PinkGirl? FavoriteSon? Come put this away. Come throw this away.” Finally, in frustration, FavoriteSon came up with the protest which titles this post.
I kinda like it.
I couldn’t take it anymore. On Saturday, I cleaned the kitchen counter. I put every. single. thing. away. A conglomeration of STUFF. The tribbles of the kitchen counter.
Today, right now? A clear counter AND a clear kitchen table.
Three days and count(er)ing.