my goopy mess
my pasta was softening and spaghetti sticks were happily slipping into the pot. i turned my back. perhaps the pot and pasta sensed my lack of focus and attention. at any rate the they conspired. my pot took on a life of its own, the boiling water gurgled and bubbled and dispensed a white, frothy goopy mess!! sensing opportunity, the open flame of the stove top curled and licked up some of the mess and deposited another layer of clear gum beside it.
“oh, no look at this big goopy mess,” i exclaimed in dismay. my husband concurred and my son, clearly fascinated, came running around the corner. he was happy to see that moms can make messes too. he wholeheartedly agreed it was definitely a big goopy mess and suggested a timeout….
clean up was going to be arduous, it was going to require elbow grease, but it was, after all, my mess to clean up.
make a mess clean it up…simple enough…yet my big goopy mess hammered home the audacity of those who don’t clean up their own.
earlier in the day i had a heart to heart with my girlfriend who had done everything in her power to resolve issues at her work. she is positivity in a bottle but there were issues with a capital ‘I’ that were dragging her down. simply stated she didn’t make the mess and unfortunately didn’t have the power to stop it. but she was valiantly making every effort to slop up the spil, but it was like holding water in her arms—impossible. yep, a goopy mess was splattered everywhere and no one wanted to clean up.
sadly some of us forgot what we learned in kindergarten, yep. that’s right, clean up your own mess, (and warm cookies and cold milk are good for you) thank you Robert Fulghum!
so next time you make a mess or if you see someone making one, give a little encouragement, but ensure they clean it up. and if you can help prevent a big goopy mess, well that would be pretty ok too.