You know how people "check in" at places on Facebook? Like so and so checked in at wherever with another so and so... I never use that thing because I rarely go anywhere interesting- just work, preschool, the grocery store and the gym... BUT if I was to use that thing... I'd be checking in at "the counter"
I am pretty sure I spend about 75% of my day standing at the kitchen counter. Starting at 7:00 am when I'm making my coffee- I'm back at 7:20 to make Otis' breakfast, then back again at 8:00 to make Abby's... back there again at 8:10 for my 2nd cup of coffee-- and then again at 8:30 (providing both kids have pooped) to make my own breakfast... why do I wait until they've pooped? Because honestly it's really shitty (pun intended) to finally have time to sit and eat your own food and have it be interrupted by a "mommmmmmmmm come wipe my bum!" or the smell of rotting sewage walking around and trying to sit on your lap...
Once I'm done my breakfast... I do the dishes- still technically the counter.. then it's Otis' nap time and time for me to run/workout... good times!! So I'd check in at "the garage". When I'm all done there I'll have a quick shower, get Otis up.. and yup- you guessed it- check back in at "the counter" where I will make Otis lunch, Abby something different... and place them in their seats to eat-- while I madly try to make myself something healthy to keep up with my revisit to weight watchers... then.. still at the counter I eat. Standing up... or I simply won't get to eat because as soon as I sit Otis will want up and onto my lap etc... so that's how that goes.. Transitioning once again back to another place at "the counter" I now wash the lunch dishes.
After preschool or whatever little outing we take- it's snack time... so I check back in at "the counter" to make snacks.. this is a short check in mind you.. I get about an hour before I'm right back there making dinner-- with small children this can take some time- and it can be torturous when they try to get close by standing on my feet. I swear, and I've said this before, the feet of small children, though cute and soft and they don't even stink, should be used as a form of torture during times of war... their skin gripping my foot skin and dragging down- pointy little bones jutting into me! AGH!
Once Jay walks in the door it's dinner time- waste not- because I have to check back in at "the counter" to clean up! Thankfully dinner is worth it- I mean meals are worth it-- but it's a pain in the ass. I feel like there should be a path where I walk back and forth back and forth back and forth all day long....
I try my best to be prepared- to spend as little time at the counter as possible- because in this house it's not pristine and clear- it has a bowl of junk and little pieces that someone is saving for somehting or to put back on "that thing" it came off of- there's knives pushed way back and treats hidden behind the coffee maker so the Gremlins only see them when they're whipped out as a surprise.. there's cut marks and stains and sometimes even half eaten apples and bananas- which is par for the course with my little grazing children. It's that 70's countertop- like melamine or something- with orange and yellow flowers- some of my friends call it retro- I think it's ugly as shit...
I guess that messy, chaotic counter represents family life- bits and pieces- war wounds and scraps of food... little treasures and treats hidden behind the maddess. It's the place where I prepare the meals that bring my family together-- even if one of us has to stand at eat at "the counter" we're still all in the same room- talking, sharing, feeling the love....
