What’s that? You see a strange white film on my dining room table?
Your hand sticks to the surface?
Oh. Well, that’s because we made ice cream at our Brownie meeting Tuesday afternoon. You know the kind. You measure the (white and sticky) ingredients into one storage bag and then place that inside a larger bag filled with ice and salt.
You should have seen the girls. They had so much fun measuring and dumping ingredients, were creative problem-solvers as they found various ways to deal with the intense cold while they shook their bags, and expressed their delight when the milk-mixture magically turned into ice cream.
Oh, and the funniest thing? Their leader (me), wasn’t thinking right and had each girl make the entire recipe in her bag, which wasn’t a single-serving recipe. Uh huh!! Each girl made enough ice cream to serve at least three (probably four) people!
Oh. Let me just wipe down the table again so your purse doesn’t get stuck.
I think this is part of my Slob Problem. I see the memories in the mess. On Friday afternoon, as I was finishing up a quick pick-up before a guest arrived, I noticed the milky-white film on the dining room table.
It made me smile.
I role-played my Cute Story Explanation in my head.
But then I realized that while it was a cute story on Tuesday evening, maybe even on Wednesday morning, by Friday it was only a story of someone who doesn’t notice that her dining room table (the first thing someone sees when they enter her home) is . . . dirty.
So I cleaned it.