The Jam on the Counter
This morning when I came into my kitchen. I noticed a butter knife covered in blackberry jam, and jam on the counter.
Last night after I had gone to bed, a member of my household came into the kitchen and ate something with jam on it. Then they left the dirty knife and jam residue on the counter. I assumed that it was not a neighbor eating the Polaner All Fruit with Fiber Blackberry Seedless Jam from my Kitchenaid Refrigerator.
I walked over to the sink to get a sponge to wipe off the counter. I was about to wipe the jam up. The sponge was coming in for a landing when I hesitated. The sponge was frozen in mid-air. What do I want more? A clean counter or accountability. Now, I won’t take fingerprints. I won’t interrogate my family members. I will leave the mess and wait. I will be kind and talk with a gentle whisper.
When my husband came down for breakfast he picked up the kitchen sponge and was going to clean up the jam. I stopped him, “Please leave the mess, unless you were the one who ate the jam.” He wasn’t. The jam will stay until the one who made the mess wakes up.
About Pamela Hodges
My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.