I was slammin’ around the kitchen this morning, making as much noise as I could to express my discontent over the dirty dishes. With two adults working at home, it seems like there are always dishes in the sink.
Making soap requires the use of the kitchen sink in the most critical time of the process. I feel like I am forever doing dishes so that I can make soap.
Since my beloved works with me, he often is the target of my malcontent in the dish department. He grazes all day in the kitchen – leaves his cup on the sink, his plate on the counter with WATER in it (huh?) and miscellaneous knives in the bottom of the sink mostly with peanut butter stuck to them.
Grrrrrrr………..
Then a moment of grace. This is the same man who makes a grilled cheese for me without my asking, rubs my back every morning, creates and builds whatever my little heart desires, loves my kids, his Mom and my entire loopy family. I could go on.
Recently, I began to realize that I have become a princess, the kind I used to envy who magically got everything she wanted seemingly by the existence of her very breath. I never saw this coming.
I’m learning to be happy with what is and not question why this or that happened. (There’s a lot of “this or that” in my past)
Commercial Break – had to go mix up the soap batch!
Tomorrow I’ll post a recipe for beer soap!
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