Kitchen for a fight

Our cabinet may have declared war on us. Or at least conspired with its contents (cereal top shelf, spices bottom shelf) to mess with us a bit.

But it chose the wrong time to pick a fight.

I'm not a morning person. So trying to open the inner bag of a new box of Cheerios and instead having a corner of it rip completely off flinging cereal in all directions does not make me happy. To say the least.


When the Hubs had an incident with the same cabinet a few minutes later (something knocked something else over sprinkling crushed red pepper and assorted herbs and seasonings over the cabinet, counter and floor), then I knew it was on.


We went to IKEA and came back with an army of uniform glass jars with shiny silver caps ready to restore order to the unruly mishmash of bagged bulk seasoning mixes and tipsy wannabe-Tupperware prone to toppling over. We also brought in a couple of tall, slim containers with snap-on lids to assist with the cereal situation. (Earlier in the week I had accidentally destroyed one of those bags that you're supposed to be able to open and reseal. Yeah. Not a great week for me and cereal.)


While our new purchases took a spin in the dishwasher, I got out the spices in their assorted containers. Then I took out the Lazy Susan, washed it, wiped the shelves, and then started on the next cabinet over. Pretty soon I was re-evaluating the placement of...everything...and started rearranging, consolidating and throwing lots of stuff into the recycling bin. Once the new jars were clean and dry, there was a lot of dumping, labeling and throwing away sad-looking plastic baggies.


Maybe it comes from growing up in a place with 90-degree days in February, but I've never really gotten into the whole spring cleaning thing. I have to tell you, though, this felt pretty good. And even though I'm still moving some things around, I'm pretty sure it's going to end up as a win.

That'll teach my cabinets to mess with me!