I have a love-hate relationship with my kitchen.
I love the kitchen because that is where we make delicious and healthy meals. The kitchen is where I work to keep my family and pets healthy, that is where we bake yummy treats as a family, that is where I get to play kitchen witch when the urge arises.
I hate the kitchen because it is the one room I have to clean on a daily basis, multiple times a day.
The kitchen is the busiest room in the house most days. The room where most of the work gets done. Yet the past few weeks I’ve found myself dreading stepping foot in it. I’ve been apprehensive with my menu planning and making meals. I’ve been just kind of been avoiding it at all costs. I’ve needed a break from it, so I took one.
Last night, I decided I needed to get over my off again relationship with the kitchen and get back on track, so I went all out and made a large meal and it felt good. Really good. The cleaning not so much, but I guess it’s all a compromise and I can live with that.