Saturday morning, I had a very shiny kitchen.
My kitchen is not usually shiny. Partly because I have to make everything I eat from scratch due to multiple food sensitivities. Partly because all of us have better things to do than clean kitchens. Unless you get paid to clean kitchens. That’s different.
I do not currently get paid to clean kitchens.
Let’s cut to the chase.
I left Pixie by herself for maybe 60 seconds. Some of the groceries were still out, including a little bag of arrowroot powder held shut with a twist tie.
“I’m making dee-ner! I’m making dee-ner! I make it cuh-cakes!”
I was in the kitchen before you could say “gluten free cooking.” But I was too late.
“I making! I making!”
And that’s just one side of the kitchen.
If Bug hadn’t offered to help, I might have just shut myself in my room. We had to redo nearly everything we’d done the day before: floor, dinner table, and each individual chair. And how did I respond to Pixie, standing on a chair at the kitchen table, stirring a bowl of arrowroot powder with a potato masher?
“Oh, what nice dinner! And cupcakes too? Yummy yummy.”
And she mixed away, and I grabbed the mop.