I stood there wide-eyed for 10 very long seconds. My first thoughts were "How am I going to clean this up?" and "Where do I even start?" Words can not possibly describe the trajectory of this mess. As I'm climbing the cabinets (yes, I'm vertically challenged) to reach the high spots on the 17-foot wall, I start to laugh.
While cleaning, I started to reflect on an other situation in my life where I feel I made a certifiable mess. But just as in this kitchen explosion, you clean it up as best you can, learn the accompanying lesson or lessons (there's always at least one, right???), forgive yourself and move on. There is no use crying or feeling guilty. The mess doesn't define you. Let it go.
Well, I managed to get the nooks, crannies and under the drawer handles. But the mop never made it during my transition to Memphis from Houston, and I haven't yet bought a replacement. So for now the floor, as well as the situation, is a little sticky. But it won't be that way forever. :)
-Nicole
