Kitchen Whine

When I’m not around on a Saturday morning into the noon hour (exercise class then Pilates at the Y) to stay on top of all kitchen activity, my kitchen (that’s right, MY kitchen) is an utter DISASTER by the time I return. How many drinking glasses, how many spoons, how many butter knives for the same tub of butter does it take (I mean really!) to get through your individual breakfasts and lunches, my dear children and husband?

The price I pay for a little alone time and exercise.