Sometimes in life, we have to accept a bunch of explicit truths. I ran into one of mine while trying to get done with this week (which still happens to be a process): you may do a whole lot things yet end up feeling like you did nothing. While I try to find absolution for having nothing to write about, I request you to hold on and tell me if I am right or if this is just another overly-dramatic fit.
Since I have this huge exam thingy coming at me around the corner, I have not done much in the kitchen. Apart from extending the Four Week Bread Challenge into a mini-fifth week and experimenting with Artichoke, a vegetable I have been dreading to deal with, I have let my kitchen transform into a pigsty (with no pigs, ironically).
While the Husband has been doing most of the cleaning, washing up, tidying and arranging, I have claimed ownership over the couch and refused to get off. I study/work during the daytime, after catching a little bit of Ina in action and so my day unravels, struggling with my nemesis (Math) and begging my so-called strength (English). Somewhere around all the brain exercise, saturation catches me unaware.
So back to the sty, I am very particular about the place I cook. Yes, I am a kitchen-Nazi, though I hate using that darned word. My ladles always shine, my sink is always empty (after I scrub my pans by hand and sometimes giving them up to the dishwasher) and Mr Clean is my best friend. I am the kind of person who feels those extra few drops of liquid in the dishwasher detergent compartment is acceptable even if I run the risk of flooding my kitchen with soap (which has never happened). So today as I looked at my kitchen in shambles, stacked with unwashed pots, I felt a pang of guilt enveloping me.
I know I have another day to tackle it, I may even convince myself that letting it go for a couple of days more until I finish my exam is acceptable but that just makes me feel like a weakling.
Ps: my Amathophobic “Freund” is probably going to have nightmares about my kitchen now but that is a chance I must take. Sorry, N! 🙂