It is thanksgiving 5:30 AM... we are eating out, no work to do. I place oatmeal in microwave and think YIKES this needs cleaning. We eat our oatmeal and I decide to clean the microwave, I open the microwave door, with Dawn Rag in hand, see the dirty glass table, remove camera with long lens attached that lives on table for Madly Snapping anything that happens, placing said camera in chair.
I wipe the table with aforementioned damp cloth, turn to get dry cloth to dry it, see the microwave door standing open, pull rolling chair over to sit in since, our microwave lives in the place where normal people keep a dishwasher.
I sit in chair ON the camera,
I meander into the living room because though I can see Bob plainly sitting hearing distance away, he has local news BLASTING on 58 decibels (I am comfy at 28) and he can't hear my story. I relate the above mentioned story and go back to kitchen where damp has dried on table and has to be re-wiped and dried, microwave door is still open, not cleaned.
I did get the table polished, the microwave cleaned and decided to clean the five miles of counter top I have now that it is just Bob and ME. (when I had kids at home, my counter top was 3 sq feet)
We did have a happy ending, we did eat out, the kitchen was sparkling all day long....although this morning, I noticed it was dirty again and we ATE OUT! so what is up with that? Where does the dirt come from?