Is kitchen work ever done?
It seems I awaken in the morning–to drink coffee, yes–but to put the kitchen in order. [Funny how I put it to rights just before going to bed the night before only to find a sink full of overnight dishes, debris (that appears suspiciously like cereal, and new spots on the floor (hmmm… pineapple juice?).] Each time I return to the kitchen, I find more messes, or a full dishwasher that requires emptying, and always work, work, work. On weekends, I make breakfast, lunch, and dinner. For football games, I usually fill the counter tops with finger foods of all sorts, cutting and cooking for hours,then serving it, and finally putting the remnants away. On occasion, I can get the kitchen just perfect–which is apparently a perfect invitation to my children to come and create a snack of some kind. (I tell them to never commit a crime, because they always leave evidence behind.) Even the cat tends to spread her food all over the floor!
While I love serving my family and delight in delicious foods, I must say the constant attention a kitchen needs is overwhelming. I try listening to various radio programs or, my favorite, Adventures in Odyssey shows, to make the time pass–but that’s the problem. Hours and hours pass–and I feel no real progress is made (unless you count the rising numbers on the scale).
And yet, it is a call of duty.
I wish, sometimes, that my call of duty was the mowing of the yard–something that lasts for a week–or some other task that wasn’t completely undone within moments of its accomplishment. Perhaps this blog can be a part of that?
For years, other than the lesson plans and tests I write for school, my writing has been limited to an annual Christmas letter I send to various friends and family. I don’t know if people are just kind, but I usually get great feedback and even grilled with “when are you writing your letter?” when I am late (which is too often–because, after all, the kitchen is calling). Now that I’ve entered the master’s program in Educational Technology (all online through the University of Florida), I am writing all the time, communicating with my classmates through various forums. And perhaps they are more than kind, but they have told me I should write a blog–and that they would read it if I did.
So Lalla, and the rest of EDG6931, this blog’s for you!