‘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.