Stay Out Of My Drawers!

This week HAD such potential, it really, really did. My Beloved had plans to tile some more of the floor 'knock up' and island bench in our kitchen to put the gas oven in a permanent home and, I suspect, so he can try the ladder as a pot and pan holder again ( we did it years ago) for the record... I prefer the wrought iron circle pot hanger.


He has a thing for being in the kitchen, so much so that he rearranged the cupboards last week. I am starting to feel as though the kitchen does not belong to me. Last night just after the kids went to bed, I decided pikelets sounded like a yummy snack. So off to the kitchen I went. I pulled out the eggs and milk from the fridge the sugar and the flour from the pantry and opened a drawer to get out a bowl big enough to 'do the job'. I stood there looking at a drawer full of plates, saucers and bowls... I was confused for a second then really annoyed. Use your indoor voice I reminded my self.


'Err babe.'


'Yeah love.'

'Where are all my bowls?'


'In the top drawer'


'yes, but i am talking about my mixing bowls that used to be in the top drawer'


'oh they are in the other drawer'


Now we have precisely 5 drawers in our kitchen and 18 cupboard doors not including the pantry I was in no mood to open them all. But he said drawer you might be thinking. That means nothing. My beloved is not known for giving clear instructions when it comes to drawers and cupboards they could be one or the other.


 Kind of similar to myself when I give instructions to him when he needs something that lives in the hall cupboard. 'In the box under the other thing' or 'Where that big blue thing is, it is on the other side.' are examples of common instructions he gets from me. When he says 'Where?' or 'I cant find it' I usually reply like this. 'Oh forget it, I will get it in a minuet!' Followed by my huffing and puffing because he couldn't 'read my mind', that and have a 'womans look'.


'Dont worry, I found it.' I said to him


A few minuets had passed I had mixed up the batter, lit the stove and greased the pan. I opened the second drawer of the night to find that my measuring 'everythings' and tupperware 'things' were no where to be seen in stead we had a very neat display of soup ladles, spatulars and large knives... Ok I thought. Inside voice.


'Ok babe, I need my measuring things.. where are THEY?'


'In that corner cupboard.'


'WHY ARE THEY in the corner cupboard? What kind of an idiot puts them in the corner cupboard? Why are you even moving my things? What is wrong with you?' ( all rhetorical questions) 'What sort of a moron moves the  kitchen around?( ditto) My pan is too hot! Oh FFS.'


I found the spoon and started making pikelets. My Beloved was quiet. He knew that to make any sudden moves to soon  would ensure that I would not be able to hold 'it in'. 


As it turns out he didn't need to move.. I couldn't hold it.


'Why would you put them there? I mean Honestly!'


Do you know what he said to me?


'Because the place that I had them was a stupid place to put them! 


This, coming from a man who once, thinking he was helping me whilst I was out shopping, moved the lounge room around how I had mentioned to him a day earlier,only literally blocked every exit of our then open plan lounge/dining/family room with couches, tables and other furniture. It was a MAZE!!! 


Of course that statement had me muttering as I finished all the batter and I put the picklets on the coffee table and sat down to eat. I like my pikelets au natural ( no nothing) My Beloved likes butter and jam.


'Don't spose you can get the..., Don't worry I will get it my self.' he said to me. Must have been the look in my eye.


'Hey Em,' My Beloved said shortly after entering the kitchen.


'Yes.'


'Where is the jam?'


'I put it in the cupboard, because to put it in the fridge or pantry would be a STUPID place to put it.' I said sarcastically.


 He found it, after having a womans look in the door of the fridge. The saddest thing of all is My beloved is home all week. No three day trips away taking tourists on 'safari' and I am not sure how much we will like each other by the end of the week... not if those 30 mins of last night are anything to go by! Oh that and the fact that I am off the 'do my drawers!' ;p