The kitchen is always the busiest room in the house.
And I always have plenty of helpers.
Because my counter space is so small, when the children pull up their chairs they put them right exactly where I need to be- the only place I can work. It can be so FRUSTRATING. Sometimes there is nothing to do but laugh and the wall of children I have to break in order to get the meal prep done.
I think, meals would be done so much more quickly, so much more efficiently, so much more tidily if I didn't have so many "helpers". Then I look longingly into the future when the kitchen is open and spacious and I can stand at the counter and work without twisting myself like a pretzel to get a bit of work space. I think about how much more time I would have to cook and bake and how much more quickly and efficiently I could accomplish all the baking and cooking.
And then I think about the fact that when I have all the time in the world to be in the kitchen and no little hands to interfere...I will have all the time in the world but no little mouths to feed and no little hands to interfere. And how sad and empty a kitchen would feel then.
The kitchen is busy and bursting and often loud and usually messy.
But it is, every bit of it, delicious.