The Kitchen Monster

Well, sadly, I have not graduated from the kitchen yet with my organizing.  I try to organize things, but before I know it, they are a mess again.

For example, I have tried three times this summer to organize underneath my kitchen sink.  If you looked right now, you would have no idea that this is true and you would call me a liar for saying that I had.  It looks horrible under there and I can't find anything! Part of this problem stems from the fact that I don't finish up the old cleaning products before I start using the new ones I purchased to replace them.  But, I can't throw a little bit of cleaner away, because that would be "wasting it".  They all sit under there, waiting for the day when I might decide to use them or to even combine two bottles of products to make one.

Then, there's the refrigerator.  Earlier this summer, I cleaned out the condiments and we had twelve different types of mustard!  In addition, we have more kinds of hot sauce than any family could ever use up.  One entire shelf and all of the door space are taken up by condiments.  This leaves little room for anything else in the the fridge.  A month ago, I reattempted to tackle the refrigerator and its overabundance of condiments.  A lady on Pinterest suggested that I organize my fridge into "zones" and have different areas for things such as bins with sandwich supplies, a cleaned and ready to eat fresh veggie section, a place for drinks, and a place for leftovers.  I faithfully did this.  However, within a few days, the leftovers had taken over the sandwich area, and the whole thing was a deplorable mess again.  What is the solution to this problem?  I don't know!  Maybe stop cooking and just go out to eat all the time, then there will not be any leftovers to contend with.  Oh wait, I forgot about my other promise to myself to stop going out to eat so often and to cook healthy meals!

The pantry shares a similar fate as the refrigerator.  It is jam packed with food, just waiting for someone to use it up.I don't think that I can send the items to a third world country to be enjoyed by starving children.  Shipping said food to Africa would be prohibitively expensive, and there are certainly strict regulations which must be followed to get food across international borders. Anyhow, it would all be rotten by the time they received it.

I am no quitter, though, I'll have you know.  As I sign off for today, I head to the under sink cabinet once more, to try and get it under control.  If you don't hear from me for awhile, you can probably bet that I was crushed by falling cleaning products and am waiting for someone to come home and rescue me.