Whenever I feel I need to clean, I cook.

I hate cleaning and I stink at it.

I cook to feel productive, even though it makes a bigger mess. Hey...At least I'm doing something around the house, I try to reason with myself.

At this very moment I am gazing upon a mountain of empty dishes, a dirty cutting board, an empty mayo jar and more various mess on my counter. Yuck.

I just feel the need to do Something, so I cook and produce delicious enjoyment for my family of growing boys and one hungry man. And he IS a hungry man. I think I appease his need for a decently clean home by providing yummy foods on his table. Its a give/take sort of thing.

Now HE is a cleaner. He can blow through a room and straigten within an inch of his life, but only if he's motivated. That's the catch, finding things to motivate the cleaning whirlwind within my man.

Maybe a wonderful version of my grandma's potato salad would do the trick, or, better yet, a pan of gooey brownies.

I'd better get back into that kitchen!!