The Tupperware Drawer of My Life

We all have one

My boyfriend has a tendency to use the kitchen table as place to store things. Keep in mind we live in a NYC apartment with my two kids and our dog. Our kitchen is definitively european-sized. It cannot accommodate Costco shopping runs, it barely has enough room for our toaster oven and our blender. We don’t have a microwave. Suffice to say using the kitchen table as storage clearly drives me insane.

I found myself ranting last week when attempting to cook dinner and finding the kitchen table covered in sundry items that could have been put away. Several of them were tupperware.

I harumphfed over to the tupperware drawer to put them away only to discover… unmitigated chaos. The tupperware drawer of my life runneth over.

There are always too many lids, never matching the right container. There are seemingly too many and too few tupperware storage thing-a-ma-bobs at the same time. Everything is wrong.

I think if you have kids you probably have some deep subconscious awareness of the chaos that swirls around you, hiding in tupperware drawers. Even when everything is seemingly orderly and calm, you know that entropy is doing its work to methodically undo all of the ordering and planning and putting away of things.

In the middle of my rant the categorical truth of my statement about our tupperware drawer really hit home, and we both burst into laughter.

There is no moral to this story. Laughter helps. Entropy continues. Tupperware drawers will never be organized.