I have a thing about working on Sundays. If I don’t have to, I don’t.
Work that gets done on Sunday is work that can’t possibly wait until Monday (or be done ahead on Saturday). I don’t do laundry on Sunday unless there is a True Laundry Emergency. The same goes for vacuuming and other housecleaning. After all, when you’re a homemaker, you do all that stuff every day of the week. It’s good to remember to take a day of rest, to separate the day in some ways from all the other days. The same goes for my freelance-writing work.
I do cook on Sunday, but I enjoy that.
Today, though, I emptied out 3 kitchen cabinets, one appliance cart, and one dining-room cabinet. I took everything out and decided what would go back in–and where it would go.
I present the Leaning Tower of Bakeware. I can cook 5 1/2 dozen regular-size muffins or cupcakes. (Not that my oven could hold that many at once, but I’ve got the pans to make it happen).
And the pots and pans and bowls and colanders and…yikes. It was like the clown car of kitchen cabinets. More stuff just kept coming out.
I have a huge bucket (one of those party buckets with the rope handles) OVERFLOWING with stuff that didn’t make it back into the cabinets: stuff that’s used maybe once or twice a year, so I’ll keep it elsewhere; and stuff that I just don’t use, so I’ll donate.
Now, all my bakeware is in ONE place.
The rewards of treating Sunday as a day of rest are great. This afternoon, I worked. I spent about 2 hours not resting so that I can make my future time spent in the kitchen much more pleasant. (There’s even a tablecloth on the table!) On a weekday, I don’t get 2 hours in the afternoon to do this kind of stuff–I’m too busy being a taxi driver, referee, and nagger-about-homework.
It’s taken 12 years to get my kitchen to look this good.
Now I can rest, and enjoy the fruits of my labors.