|The caption on this picture (click to enlarge) reminds me of when I was a little girl and my mom would make me clean my room and I would pretend to be Cinderella.|
Last night at 6:30, just after dinner, I realized that Mr. Mordecai had told me a few days ago that the scouts would be meeting at our house, that night, at 7. Umm . . . it looked like spring break had exploded in our house, which was true. The kids and I did a ten-minute pick-up and vacuum and the place looked presentable, as long as you didn't wander over to the kitchen.
I love a clean kitchen. I feel crazy when my kitchen is a mess, and if the whole house is a mess, the kitchen is where I start cleaning up.
I can't believe I'm doing this—I don't usually share my "dirty laundry" on the blog—but I think it will motivate me to get this kitchen whipped into shape! Here's what I'm starting with. Later today I'll come back with some "after" shots. Wish me luck—I'll need it, with a potty-training two-year-old and an active five-year-old underfoot. Also I promised them we could have a tea party for lunch.
|The outside and top of the fridge could use a bit of organization—and cleaning, I'm sure. I never think to clean the top of the fridge, but Mr. Mordecai is tall enough to actually see it, so I should probably pay more attention to it.|
|This could be worse—I didn't think to take pictures until after I loaded the dishwasher.|
|Crumby counter? Check. Poached-egg water on the stove? Check. A pile of toys? Check. A basket of clean kitchen laundry? Check. A collection of paper sacks on top of the cupboards? Check. Cute two-year-old? Check.|
Must go now and take care of a poopy two-year-old, which means a load of laundry, too. Hope I can get started on the kitchen soon!