But then there was yesterday.
The dough kind of blends in with the counter, so it's hard for you to see the lake of goop behind the mixer.
It's also hard to see the millions of splatters across half my kitchen cabinets. The broom? I had it there to sweep up some spilled flour. I thought I'd leave it there, just in case. Bad mistake.
And me? You don't want to go there. My shirt was soaked in goop. I've washed my clothes twice in the washing machine and still can't get the stuff off.
Although I had some help, it took two and a half hours to clean up the mess. I had to use a toothbrush to clean the tile and little spots.
Made me think of this song.
In the middle of my little messI forget how big I'm blessed
Don't worry, my bread making days are not over. But I think I'll skip the anniversary post, telling you how much I've improved. : )