I had a real "aha!" moment yesterday that made me realize I have changed A LOT in the past few years.
Here's the short version...
I was trying to transfer a massive amount of my husband's amazing White Chicken Chili from a pot to freezer bags. It's no small undertaking and I really should've waited until we could do it together. But I'm stubborn and sometimes a little stupid, soooooo....
When I was elbow deep in said soup I heard Michael Francis open the refrigerator door. "No big deal," I thought. "I moved all of the glass containers out of his reach."
Here's a tip. Never, ever, EVER start a sentence about a toddler with, "No big deal...."
Before I knew it he was climbing into the fridge. More like climbing UP it. I was so shocked I just stood there staring at him (and also thinking, "Way to go, dude!"). Then I realized this could go south quickly so I started trying to extricate myself from the chili transferring project. Not so fast mama! Pretty soon there was soup EVERYWHERE. All over the counter, all over me, dripping down the front of the cabinets and all over the floor.
The "old Erin" would have lost her ... well, you know.
The "new Erin" started laughing. Hard.
I rinsed off my hands, rescued Michael Francis from himself and spun in circles with him to celebrate his newest accomplishment. We laughed.
Years ago an incident like this would have set my temper on fire and likely ruined my entire day.
Who cares if there's soup all over the kitchen? You can clean it up. Now, ten minutes from now, a few hours from now or even tomorrow. Who. Cares.
It's true about the soup and any other messes we make in life. You can clean it up. Doesn't matter how big it is or how much you wallow around in it or how long you let it sit there.
You can clean it up.
And move on.
Originally published October 6, 2016 by Erin Kiernan