The Kitchen is Clean

I have a problem. A rosy-colored-glasses kind of problem.

Example #1: When Brad and I were going through marriage counseling, our Pastor told me that my expectations were unrealistic. He felt that I was expecting a Disney-type knight in shining armor situation. He tried to help me understand that having positive expectations was nice, but that REAL marriage wasn't at all that way. 

Example #2: Any and every time we have moved (a total of 6 times, I believe), I've been 110% SURE I have the entire situation under control. I am typically off base by about 50 boxes, and 3 days. Timing is a big problem in my rosy-colored-glasses world.

Example #3: During this most recent move, I had it in my head that we would be settled in by now. With a move-in date in the beginning of December, there was no reason in my mind that we wouldn't be completely unpacked and used to our new routines by mid-March. (This is the part where you all start laughing hysterically at my serious lapse in judgment.) Two bouts of the stomach flu, a slew of silly, stupid, totally normal, but REALLY annoying, house issues, and all the normal-parts-of-life later, we are still working on feeling truly settled. 

But tonight...tonight I had a revelation. Or saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Or something along those lines.

For the second night in a row, the kitchen is clean.

The dishes are done. The coffee maker is all set for tomorrow morning. The dishwasher is doing its thing. And I am finally feeling like I'm getting a handle on things, for real.

So, I may have unrealistic expectations and lack the ability to estimate the amount of time needed to accomplish my goals, but at least the kitchen is clean.

The kitchen. is. clean.