This morning my mom was reluctant to put the tea kettle on because the stovetop was too clean.
Go ahead. Take that in.
The stovetop is a constant source of consternation for me. It’s one of the flat-topped ones and the glass seems to acquire charred spots if you so much as breathe near a burner. Do you have this stove? Am I the only one this happens to? Suffice to say that I spend a lot of time cleaning it so that it doesn’t look like a troop of slovenly spillers pass the time cooking spaghetti sauce and starting grease fires all day. Debra’s therapist remarked that feeling uncomfortable around a clean stove is the sort of thing that might making moving into their house more appealing.
RR’s behavior of late is another thing that would encourage them to take us up on our offer to loan them a bed. School vacation started two weeks ago and she promptly stopped napping and started spending her days shrieking, jumping, and racing around. This also coincided with a break in both gymnastics and music classes (and that’s another post entirely) and no amount of walking or cleaning has worn her out. We made her wash rocks she found on a hike, peel carrots, sweep the floor, and make the soup. She is a banshee. My quiet parents are likely to run for the hills the second they are able!