Unloading and putting away groceries in the time of coronavirus is an enormous pain in the ass, requiring several steps:
- Unload the groceries from the car, still potentially contaminated, leaving them outside of the kitchen behind the closed baby gate so Jack doesn’t try to “help” empty the bags.
- Unpack the groceries from the bags, wiping them down one by one, and stage them on various countertops near where they go.
- Figure out how to reorganize the cabinets, the pantry, the fridge, and the freezer because we usually don’t buy this much at a time and a) how will all this fit in our tiny freezer, and b) for the pantry stuff, I REALLY need an hour to myself to reorganize because I have, for example, cans of beans spread across at least three different shelves mixed in with all kinds of random stuff. How am I supposed to shop efficiently if I can’t see what we have?
During step 3, when half of the stuff was put away and the other half was spread out across kitchen counters, I heard footsteps, a sort of crunching THUMP, and excited toddler sounds.
I skidded around the doorway next to the stove and found Jack with the plastic tub of cookies, the top off, three cookies on the floor, and one in his mouth. He also had the container of strawberries (ignored), both containers stolen from the counter next to the sink.
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Also, HE’S TOO TALL! The counters are no longer safe.