I’ve heard that if someone loses one of their senses, their other 4 are sharpened.
According to the eye doctors, I have 20/16 vision. However, not one of those doctors has been able to diagnose or treat my Super Selective Slob Vision. But perhaps this type of blindness has helped me develop what hubby calls my Bionic Nose.
I have been doing well this week at running the dishwasher every night, emptying it in the morning, and then putting dirties directly in it throughout the day, so my kitchen has stayed fairly decent.
However, my selective vision (perhaps brought on by being overly proud of myself for doing anything at all this week) has prevented me from noticing the very large cookie sheets, skillets, pots (basically anything that can’t fit in the dishwasher) in one side of the sink. Only on one side . . . so it wasn’t like I couldn’t drain pasta or wash an apple.
But this morning, feeling completely justified to again ignore them, I couldn’t ignore that there was a bit of a whang in the air. Something besides fully-rinsed-and-waiting-for-an-official-washing-dishes were in that sink.
So even though my clutter-vision was impaired, my super-sense-of-smell spurred me on to clean the kitchen. For real this time.
And I must say that walking into an actually-clean kitchen after VBS today was a nice feeling. An even nicer feeling than walking into a how-dare-anyone-think-this-kitchen-isn’t-clean-even-though-there-are-dishes-in-the-sink-cuz-I’ve-been-running-the-dishwasher-every-night-so-there kitchen.