Since accepting the position as the Head-Lady-In-Charge around these parts I have been forced to realize some truths:
1) Stay-at-home mom = easy access to food pantry and Cheez Its… All. Day. Long.
2) Stay-at-home mom = growing collection of yoga pants.
3) Stay-at-home mom = slight addiction to online shopping.
4) Stay-at-home mom = dishes, laundry, vacuuming, dishes, laundry, vacuuming…
Having accepted these truths should make the reality of my at-home life a little bit easier to grasp but I will say that sometimes even my own steadfast foundation gets rocked.
Take the above picture for instance. To the untrained eye it would appear to simply be a frying pan on top of the stove. But wait! If you look a little bit closer you will notice not one, not two, but three spatulas resting contentedly in the unwashed egg pan. What you can’t see is a kitchen that has already been scrubbed from top to bottom due in large part to a Real Housewives of Atlanta marathon.
So at this point I am staring down a dirty egg pan. Upon further investigation I learn that Jer was hungry and fried himself two eggs. In that pan. With those spatulas. All three. For two eggs.
So, like any good boss I inquire as to the purpose of all three spatulas and why they were waiting for me. To clean. In my already cleaned kitchen.
According to Jer:
One spatula was used to spread cooking oil around the “non stick” pan so as to avoid sticking eggs.
One spatula was supposed to be used to flip said eggs but was determined to be too stiff to effectively do its job.
One spatula was used to effectively flip said eggs.
All three spatulas and the egg pan were left on the cooking surface awaiting a specialized sanitization procedure…otherwise known as “washing the dish.” A procedure in which Jer, apparently has not yet been certified.
It’s all starting to make sense to me.
I love this post. my own husband and I were talking last night about his constant “leaving bowls in sink” issue and he mentioned he left them for the maid- of course and not me- but somehow they magically disappear each day. lucky guy.
I think thats just the way men are wired…..Godbless them.
Screwed Up Texan says
This is why I started making my 9 year old do the dishes. I hate cleaning the kitchen!