Ever since me and L moved in with each other this month I have been doing spins and flips and turns in my kitchen looking for stuff. I am not training to become an acrobat or a rodeo clown, I’m just looking for my forks and bowls!
When we moved in, the first thing L did was unpack the kitchen. I didn’t help because I was busy looking for my Xbox probably. Boy was that a mistake. I should have made a treasure map of the Kitchen and where everything was being put. It is my own fault (won’t hear me say that often).
Now that I am actually using stuff in the kitchen, I need to try to find things and I never can. I pull the drawer for the forks, and (logically) think that the plates are right above it…aaaand…nope. Cups.
Then, I get thirsty and want a glass of water so I open the cup cabinet (again…logically) and…. nope. Only cups. No glasses. Those are on the other side of the sink.
Later, I get hungry and want to get a bowl of cereal so I reach in the plate cabinet and get one (lucky guess). Then I reach below to get a spoon annnnd…nope…Saran wrap and pot holders (duh!)!
I have yet to find what I am looking for in one successful swoop. It takes me opening and slamming drawers to find them.
Like for (another) example I was heating something up one night at around midnight (while playing XBox and drinking wine) and I go to put something in the microwave. I hear L’s voice in my head “did you put the cover on it??!” (She bought a microwave food cover for 50 cents and she is so proud of herself!)
I’m looking for this cover … everywhere! for like 45 seconds!! Finally find it. Hidden in the back of some floor cabinet!
The scariest part of this whole thing….we still have (atleast) two empty cabinets! Lord only knows what she is planning to shove in there! Probably my sanity if I don’t get a grip on this kitchen arrangement.