‘Tis the season to be cranky … blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah blah blaahhh….

I had the grandiose (for me) idea of decking my kitchen cabinet-tops with pre-lit garland.  It would be be-yoo-ti-ful!  I measured and shopped.

Saturday morning … time for the decorating to begin!  I pulled the garland out of the shopping bags and re-checked the lights.  They worked!  I grabbed a kitchen chair to reach the cabinet-tops in order to take down the cookie jars to make room for the garland.  Not quite tall enough.  I climbed up on the counter.  Too tall.  I would need to work at a crooked, hunch-backed, angle.

Ewwww.  It looked liked I hadn’t dusted up there since, well, uhm, ever?  I took cookie jars down.  I washed cookie jars.  I chased the cats away from the garland as it was bringing out their instinct to chew.  I climbed back up and began dusting deep-cleaning.  The dust-balls were floating around the kitchen like dirty snow.  I climbed back down and got the Shark dust-buster for disposing of dust-balls and ladybug carcasses.  I chased the cats away from the garland again, this time with the Shark.  I climbed back up.  I spotted the fly-swatter and refrigerator coil-cleaning brush pushed way to the back of the refrigerator.  Ta-dah!  An idea!  The coil-cleaning brush helped me reach the corners of the cabinets, where, even standing on my tippy-toes on the counter, I couldn’t otherwise reach.  I hopped down and chased the cats away from the garland with the coil-cleaning brush.  Finally!  Kitchen cabinet-tops clean enough to eat off of.  Kitchen counter and floor … not!  I placed the garland upon the kitchen cabinet-tops …… and realized I didn’t measure correctly.  Hmmpf.

I went in search of an extension cord to plug my handiwork in.  I put on a load of laundry.  I climbed back to the top of the kitchen counter.  Why am I here?  Oh yeah, I am supposed to be looking for an extension cord.  I jumped down.  A chocolate craving hit.  After soothing that, I found an extension cord.  Plugged the lights in … and they worked!  I danced a holiday jig.

My 21-year old son came in the kitchen and said it looked really pretty.  Awwwww.  🙂  My grinch-y heart grew 3 times its normal size. 

Maybe there’s hope for me after all.