Day 3
So, here we are, day three.
Now what? I haven’t had any more thoughts about my book today. I’ve been rather busy doing normal
stuff. I got up quite early for a
Saturday morning because I had a plan and a purpose. Hubby and I had agreed that today we would
reorganise the kitchen because it just wasn’t working the way it was. All was fine for the three of us until
Rebekah, Adam and Charlie moved in on a semi-permanent basis. The spent a few months travelling in Europe
last year, but decided that they needed to be nearer to home as they felt a
little isolated with Charlie and were starting to get concerned about what
would happen if he got sick. As they’d given up their rented accommodation in
spring last year, they needed somewhere to stay and our house was their choice.
Things are working fine, and we’ve accommodated enough of
their personal belongings to make them feel at home, but we hadn’t really gottten
round to making the kitchen more ergonomic. We’d had enough space for all our
bits and bobs so it didn’t really matter if there was wasted room in the
cupboards, but it was beginning to feel like the task of getting out dishes or
pans or plastic storage containers, and then putting them tidily away, was
quite onerous.
Luckily we have a dishwasher to deal with all the extra
dirty plates and pans, but emptying it and finding spaces to put things back
was such a chore. You had to move three
pans just to put away the one you’d used, or lift up four dishes so that the
big one fitted nicely with the all the smaller ones inside it. Their food was spread out in three different
areas, so they had to open several cupboards just get out the basics for the
meal they were preparing. Charlie’s
sippy cups and non-slip bowls were never stacked neatly because they had to fit
in between the group up’s crockery. We
were supposed to tackle these issues before Christmas, but we got a bit caught
up with decorating three bedrooms, and ran out of time before the jolly man in
the red and white suit turned up. New
year brought a nasty virus down on me which took a few weeks to recover from,
and by that time we were back into the old routine and thoughts of sorting out
the kitchen had all but disappeared.
Now, I don’t know about you, but plastic tubs cause stress
in our house. They are all thrown into a
large drawer and you can hardly ever seem to find just the right tub needed,
and if you do find the right tub, you can’t find the corresponding lid. This was the catalyst for deciding to tackle
the kitchen. I was looking for a lid to
fit onto a small round tub so that I could take a couple of brownies to work to
go along with my lunch on Friday, but the lid eluded me. Hubby was helping me
look and yet again expressed his exasperation at the state of the jumble of
tubs and lids and how if it was up to him he’d throw them all out and start
again. His plan would be to number all
containers and lids so that you could keep track of them. Container 1 would go with lid 1 and so on.
Then he suggested that we make that our Saturday goal. Reorganise the kitchen to make it more user
friendly, and do something about the plastic situation, and for once we have
actually stuck to our plan and done it.
Kitchen has been overhauled and new containers have been purchased. Now
if I could just have a new kitchen to go along with it all, that would be just
grand.
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