Simply Mother

If mopping my floor is tweet-worthy, then cleaning out my fridge is totally blog-worthy.

It hasn’t been done since we moved here. In December. Yeah.

Here is what I have to say about both projects: That is a lot of work for something that is so short-lived!

I said that within hearing range of my 5-year-old when I finished mopping and she immediately began brainstorming ways to make it stay cleaner longer: “Maybe we could take our shoes off before we come in and carry them to the closet.” Also, “I can eat everything at the counter or the table.”

When we had carpet, we always did the first, but it didn’t seem so necessary with tile. I am hating tile though. Especially having it all through the house (except in the bedrooms, at least it’s nice that we have carpet in there.)

But I really want a nice cushy carpet in the living room–it’s not a very comfy place for kids to just plop down and play with blocks or something. Speaking of blocks, have you ever seen how far a container of fun pattern blocks can spread when dumped from the height of a two-year-old’s head onto a smooth tile floor? Carpet has many advantages.

The second is one I request anyway, and is mostly honored without reminders, but I don’t always follow it myself, and sometimes I even bring snacks to where ever they’re playing, so yeah, I have no cause to complain.

I have instituted a hard and fast rule for the fridge (a rule directed mostly at me, since I’m the only one who doesn’t already follow it!)–and that is: Everything MUST have a proper-fitting lid. No more half-eaten smoothies placed delicately on the top shelf, with the hope that they’ll be finished off before they spill, no more bowls of leftover soup sloppily covered with foil.

I don’t know why I haven’t figured this out yet. It’s a lot easier to pop an extra dish in the dishwasher and use an actual tuppeware with a well-fitting lid (using “tupperware” in the generic sense, of course. What I actually mean is, “recycled sour cream container.”) than it is to clean up soup that has managed to drip onto three shelves and even made it to the bottom, under the crisper drawers. Which are impossible to get out without breaking, it turns out. Or else pulling the fridge out of it’s space. When you’re 9 months pregnant.

Which reminds me, I do have one more thing to say about these two projects: All that work would totally be worth it if it puts me into labor.

Filed in: just life | March 18, 2009