one thing after another We got home at 5:45. The cats were demanding food, and I got it for them, with J telling Adam he was hungry and we'd be preparing food right away. The kitchen's a pig sty, we haven't done dishes in 3 days, and I can't find the non-stick skillet. When I finally do, I realize it's dirty. Sighing, I clean out another one that is less disgusting.

The ground turkey is still frozen and we have to start defrosting it. I start the defrost and then J asks if we should be defrosting in the styrofoam and decides to restart the defrost on a plate (another dirty dish, great) instead of the package.

I start assembling the contents of the turkey burgers, and throw the greens, the mushrooms and the onion into the food processor. Which won't start. We turn it and we twist it and we rearrange it and it won't go. I run downstairs to find the other one, which isn't there. Where did I put it?

I run back up to find J examining the safety mechanism which seems to be somehow flawed with poor quality plastic, and he decides to fix it with a bit of cardboard. I continue to plow through the mountain of dirty dishes.

I check the defrosting turkey which is now cooking around the edges. I pull it out and clean out a dish so I can have a place to mix the turkey for the egg and breadcrumbs that I'll be mixing with it.

I reach for the breadcrumb bag, and find it still sealed. My attempt to open it causes a cloud of breadcrumbs to explode all over the damn kitchen. So I guess we'll have more breadcrumbs than we thought.

J figures out how to make the food processor process the greens the mushrooms and the onion. He adds it to the turkey burger mix. I get a now clean skillet ready for him to start cooking the stupid turkey burgers.

He tells me to settle down. How can I? I've got a landslide of dirty dishes and nothing is going right. I tell him that I'll concentrate on getting the dishes clean and he can cook dinner. Except the skillet is now too hot, doesn't have enough oil, the spatula he's using is floppy and he can't tell when the meat is done.

I mutter something about a dishwasher. He asks why we haven't done anything about that yet. I try to explain about how I really want to get the kitchen fixed but right and that I was hoping to get the money from the tax refund to solve the kitchen problems but that isn't until February, at least. He reassures me that there will be kitchen remodeling in our future. We could just get the dishwasher done, I know that. But there's other things that bug me about this stupid kitchen and the lack of a dishwasher is just one part of it.

I keep having to change the water in the sink and the scrubbers really are gross. We really need new ones. I haven't even taken off my work clothes and I'm up to my elbows in water. I really should have done this two days ago. Stupid dishes.

I put the buns in the oven and start trying to put away dishes that I cooked. Some of those stupid little plastic containers won't fit into the plastic container cabinet and they KEEP FALLING OUT.

J takes the plastic containers from me and starts to fit one inside the other, suggesting again that I just go sit down.

I can't. The dishes are now mocking me. I keep plowing away. J's figured out the turkey burgers.

I finally finish the dishes. I go and sit down in the living room, and what do I knock over? A dirty dish sitting on the edge of the sofa. I say bad words, lots of them, mutter a lot and start throwing more dishes in the general direction of the sink. J is scared. I run the water and glare at it.

The food is done and the last of the dishes are sitting in water. I feel bad for getting all frustrated and mad but ... there's dishes everywhere and they are multiplying. Every single surface is gross, and we are out of paper towels and I can't find the Formula 409.

It's only Wednesday, and I didn't mean to turn into a mean old ogre. It's the chaos that gets to me, you know? Too many things all at once, happening in quick succession.

I'm not even hungry anymore. I eat something anyway, watch some TV and go and jump on the exercise bike for a bit. The sweat helps me feel better. A little better.

Maybe even good enough to do that last dishes currently soaking in sink. So 3 days from now we won't have a repeat performance.

Labels: grrr

  ¶ 9:26 PM