My Wish....

I wish I had a kitchen that had a drain right in the center. Then after my kids ate a meal I could simply load up the power washer with part Lysol, part water, and just hose the floor down. How easy this would make my life. I guess there would have to be a trick to make it ascetically pleasing, but that is a minor detail, right? This all came about because I thoroughly cleaned the kitchen after dinner. Shawn is gone (again) so I decided we needed to do something fun. Snicker doodles was the consensus. I would make the dough, and then they would roll the little balls in the cinnamon-sugar mixture. Fun, right? After I make the dough (it's quite a crumbly mixture before it's refrigerated) I'm headed to the fridge. As I'm pondering which shelf is best suited for this dough, the bowl somehow slips out of my hand and all over the floor. Not just all over the floor, but across 3 of the fridge shelves also. I get out the vacuum deciding that using the wand would be easier than trying to clean it up by hand. I get kind of carried away with the vacuum and end up cleaning all the nooks and crannies, all the baseboards, behind and around the garbage can, and even in a few cupboards. I make another batch of dough, place it in the fridge safely, and then re-vacuum my work space. After I clean out the inside of the vacuum and put it away I stand back to admire my work (spotless kitchen) only to realize the kids hadn't rolled the balls in the mixture yet, and I would once again find myself cleaning the kitchen----for the 3rd time in under an hour. After going through this wish in my mind while typing this up, I'm re-thinking my wish. I would prefer a "Tim Taylor" type kitchen where everything is behind one giant door. When it's time to clean up simply shut the doors, push a button, and it starts just like a dishwasher. Counters, cupboards, floors, everything steamed and scrubbed to perfection. I realize this is just a wish. It doesn't hurt to dream.