Do you remember when Breaking News meant something happening that was important enough for the network to interrupt Days of Our Lives to report it? Now Breaking News interrupts the middle of the actual news. Give me a break, and not breaking news. It seems that our baseline is now panic.
I blame kitchen drawers. I have old-fashioned kitchen drawers that you have to push shut. Same with my cabinet doors. Not self-closing either. And I have no immediate plans to replace them.
I was watching HGTV the other day and there was a woman talking about her kitchen remodel. Which was, by the way, fabulous. One of the things most exciting apparently to all involved was the self closing drawers. The woman's grandmother was there for the reveal and said laughingly that if she had self-closing kitchen drawers, grandpa would never have known when she was mad. SLAM! It was like a warning shot in their marriage.
I do not necessarily slam drawers to announce my discontent being slightly more straight-forward and choosing things like saying, "You're a freaking idiot." Just kidding. Not really. But I have daydreamed about tearing out my non-self closing cabinetry and replacing it with something new and modern and self-closing and yet old looking like it was recently pulled out of the Ingall's homestead. The swines are fluing, the autos are collapsing, the sky is falling and we worry about the labor intensive drawer closing epidemic sweeping the nation.
So here's what I'm saying. Someday when I get to heaven I am going to ask God how much money we spent in America yearly on things like self-closing drawers. I think, therein, is the secret to our problems. We don't know how to separate what is important from what is luxury. And even if we finally define luxury, we don't know how to deny ourselves luxury. There are somethings that no matter how fabulous, no matter how able we are to afford it; are so ridiculous and unnecessary that God has to be disgusted with us as we fork over money on such foolishness. I spend every evening sitting in a family room with blue carpeting. It's hideous. I am surrounded by dark paneled walls. Also unfabulous. Out-dated blue and white floors in my kitchen. And I have to push those drawers shut constantly. No wonder I'm exhausted.
There's nothing wrong with kitchen remodels and home decorating. I love it, believe me. And as soon as it's feasible, the carpet is being replaced and the walls are being painted linen white. The linoleum will become laminate. My grandma's old blue couch, which I now tell myself is funky in a good way, will be replaced with a soft over stuffed chocolate brown chenille sofa. But I'll still have those old non-self-closing kitchen cabinets.
I think that might be a good reminder that sometimes I forget where to draw the line. And then I forget again. And then I forget all together what is important and what isn't until someone yells, "Breaking news!"
And then I wonder...what just happened?
Pic: Lexi, Sarah/Beany, me & Mac in my archaic kitchen baking Christmas cookies.