Well, here it is the morning of December 26th and I can’t find a centimetre of counter space to even butter my toast on! I won’t disgust you with photos, but let it just be said that there are stacks of dirty dishes from prep (mixing bowls, pots, pans, etc.) and eating (plates, forks, glasses, etc.); piles of empty cartons, bottles and cans waiting to be sorted into their appropriate recycling boxes, and mounds of other, unidentifiable food-stuffs. Ergh. I hate the morning after a big dinner.
After supper, guests always stand up and start to clear their dishes to the kitchen, and my husband always starts cleaning stuff up, and then something comes over me. Some evil, fun-loving, procrastinating spirit possesses me and I say, "No, let me do that later. Let’s enjoy each other’s company now. Have another glass of wine…"
And then, when everyone’s gone home, I look at the mess that is the kitchen, and the snoring lump that is my husband asleep on the couch and I think, "I’ll just take care of that in the morning".
And now, here it is. It’s The Morning After the Night Before and I can’t even fit the coffee pot under the faucet to fill it with water to pour in the machine to make coffee so I can face cleaning this mess, because the mess is piled up so high in the sink that I can’t even fit the coffee pot under the faucet!!!
And I think I even left the leftover stuffing in an uncovered bowl on the counter instead of in the fridge…and I see an ice cream carton on the counter with a rather large amount of melted ice cream underneath it. Perhaps that wasn’t empty after all. Perhaps it just never got put back in the freezer after dessert was served.
Ack! Domestic goddess I am not…at least not this morning! Despite the fact that I imbibed not a drop of alcohol last night, I have a wicked hangover. A hangover of the worst kind…a kitchen hangover. And unlike the regular kind of hangover, lying in bed drinking pepto-bismol and eating greasy foods will not cure it! The only cure, I fear, is a good hour of labour and a carton of black garbage bags.
Well, perhaps all hope is not lost. Maybe I’ll just plug the camera into the computer and re-live the fun of the turkey dinner by making a slideshow of the pictures. After all, I can always clean the mess up later…