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.
