I am a simple person. As a simple person I am easily overwhelmed. When I see someone who raises their own worms, composts their own dirt, grows their own garden, cans their own tomatoes and brews their own pasta sauce from scratch I get nauseous. I mean jealous.
I mean overwhelmed.
It feels like a recipe for failure to me. Just too much. So a long time ago I made a deal with myself.
If I can't do everything I can do a little something. I add olive oil and fresh garlic to my pasta sauce. I can totally do that.
So today, a quick tweak that might help you out.
I realized that my kitchen is like a snare set for children.
They look up and see this:
High above them, precarious stacks of glass sitting above big sharp knives.
Yeah, way to go, Tapper.
And I hate opening a cabinet and having to shuffle around the Pocahontas sippy cup to get to a grown up bowl.
So my quick tweak? I gave them a drawer.
Down low where they can reach it and revel in plates with princesses on them and cups with dragons and soft spouts. They never reach up high and risk life and limb.
I never have to fight plastic tumblers falling on my head when I only wanted a glass.
When I say I'm simple, I mean it. I like little tweaks that give me big breaks.
And since you're here I might as well show you the Cowgirl's newest tweak.
She wanted bangs.
I held her off as long as I could. I was seriously scared. Bangs are a commitment, people.
When she sat in the chair and the stylist held up the scissors I grabbed my face and in one syllable exclaimed "areyousureyouwanttodothis?!!!"
And she did.