Oh, I don't mind helping the kids making cookies, breads, muffins or anything that I plan ahead to make with them. But, they need to be invited. Making the meals, creating the dishes...my territory. The kitchen is my domain, often my only solitude in the course of a busy day, and anyone who dares enter is likely to be greeted with an offer to let them sweep under the table, wipe the table or set the table. These offers do a fairly good job at keeping my kitchen quiet.
Except Finn, of course, who thinks it's fun to do those things. He also enjoys being my kitchen DJ. His seat on the counter affords him access to the cd player. Tonight he chose this.
I want to let them help me with dinner. I even occasionally try to delegate tasks which I think would keep them largely occupied without much mess or need for precision. But really, I appreciate the process so much more when I'm in the kitchen alone, juggling the various pots, bowls, and skillets in solitude.
Maybe one day I'll start scheduling a day of the week when they can help me, but until then, I want them O-U-T of my kitchen.
I hope you won't think less of me.