Abandoning my post at the sink and stove hasn’t been easy. Since I got out of the kitchen, I’m firmly convinced that the heirs to my kingdom are guilty of egregiously wasteful and inefficient practices; they have certainly overfilled the fridge and neglected to clean the stove-top (as I did every evening). Pretty sure that they will not set the alarm extra-early on mornings when the dishwasher needs to be emptied, nor then mop the floor to clean up all the inevitable drips! Yes, I admit that I am obsessed and not exactly sane about all this, but I’m torn — obsessed and insane I may be, but I’m also really, really good at it all! So no, it hasn’t been easy to abdicate my kitchen responsibilities to hopeless tyros.
But I’m determined not to insert my obnoxious know-it-all self into their new province. And if I can manage it, this will be a silver lining to my dark broken jaw cloud! I will no longer harbor the bitterness and resentment which has needled me for the past year or more, and I will have partners who willingly assist because I haven’t made myself impossible to satisfy and to help. That’s a silver lining indeed!
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