It is not one of my favorite activities, however, since we don’t have a housekeeper, I have no choice but to clean every once in a while. Cleaning seems to be such a Sisyphus-like task. Five minutes after I clean, the dog is shedding globs of hair all over the place or one of the kids has all sorts of books, papers and clothing strewn about the house.
Yesterday, it wasn’t the kids or the dog who did in my kitchen. I had gone grocery shopping and was carrying in all the bags. One went flying. It had yogurt in it. Not the cheap kind but the more expensive, really good Greek kind. The container hit the floor and exploded. Yogurt flew everywhere. White globs on the floor, on the counter, all over the place. Amazingly, there wasn’t any on the ceiling. I guess yogurt doesn’t have the ability to jump quite as high as other substances that have been spilled in that kitchen. (I’ve seen spaghetti sauce do a complete turn around a 90 degree corner.)
The worst mess I have ever had was in my camper kitchen. I put a large watermelon in my camper fridge and shut it but didn’t lock it. Normally I don’t need to lock it but obviously a large watermelon traveling at 60 MPH for an hour will not stay in a fridge. It splattered and then spent the rest of the trip just sliding back and forth in the camper leaving bits of itself everywhere.