When most expectant parents would be nesting, my daughter and her husband tore out their kitchen. Sawdust swirled and workers buzzed while every dish, glass, pantry item, utensil, pot, pan, canned good and cooking appliance sat in the adjacent family room as if someone tossed in a grenade. So much for nesting.
When Baby George, curious to learn what all the commotion was about, arrived four days ahead of schedule, Paige and Adam had just finished hurriedly moving items back in, making game-time decisions about what would go where. Grateful for their beautiful new kitchen and new baby, having everything in just the right place was not a priority. Except to me.
Scene change. Meanwhile, in Florida, I am booking my flight to Colorado to see my new grandson and “to help.” On the plane, I practice my silent mantras: No.
1 — Add value. No. 2 — Do not overstep.
At the risk of being that mother-in-law (who me?), I wait until the second day of my visit to mention that I know a great kitchen organizer in the area whom I’d be happy to call ...
Remind me to have “Fools Rush In” printed on a T-shirt. “I mean, not to meddle,” I whisper to Paige and Adam, so I don’t wake the baby. The three of us are standing in the kitchen.
“And not to suggest you haven’t already set up your kitchen perfectly, logically ! But it’s just that this organizer could suggest ways to better arrange your kitchen that could save you time.” After get sleep , save time are the two words the.
