When I walked into the kitchen this morning, grabbing my keys on my way out the door for my dentist appointment (first visit for two and a half years, and they couldn't stop complimenting my good hygiene--alright!), my heart stopped when I saw this mess wishing me good morning.
Then I belly-breathed and realized: our popcorn bowls and coke were enjoyed and prepared by my husband right before bed as we watched Sherlock together before falling asleep, the frying pan was soaking after Sammy got a good, healthy breakfast of scrambled eggs made by his daddy at 6:30 in the morning while I got to sleep in, the baking dish was never cleaned after our return from the church fellowship meal because we had a lovely relaxing afternoon together, and the saucepan is soaking after reheating the homemade lamb stew Sean made me on Saturday night with ingredients from the farmers market he went to without me (again, while I slept in).
So, I suppose, a little mess in the kitchen is nothing to complain about.
I am actually signed in to my Google account, so I can leave a comment!! I loved this post, Megan, so much so that I blogged your blog. Say that ten times fast :-).
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