My kitchen is about 100 sqft wall-to-wall. No dishwasher so no matter what I do, there’s dishes in the sink/counter. EVERY DAMN TIME I try to cook a slightly complicated meal, my fiancée wants to help, the dogs want floor snacks, and the kid suddenly decides they want fridge snacks (they NEVER look in the fridge for food) and to know what’s going on with the smells and noise.
It’s an exercise in patience to not yell angrily at every living being to get the fuck out (both fiancée and kid have anxiety and ADHD, dogs don’t give a shit about my opinions on their chosen location).
My kitchen is about 100 sqft wall-to-wall. No dishwasher so no matter what I do, there’s dishes in the sink/counter. EVERY DAMN TIME I try to cook a slightly complicated meal, my fiancée wants to help, the dogs want floor snacks, and the kid suddenly decides they want fridge snacks (they NEVER look in the fridge for food) and to know what’s going on with the smells and noise.
It’s an exercise in patience to not yell angrily at every living being to get the fuck out (both fiancée and kid have anxiety and ADHD, dogs don’t give a shit about my opinions on their chosen location).
I feel your pain 🫂