The Crab and the 5 year old that lurk in my kitchen
I am a crab when I cook. I don't want people big or small under me feet. Unless you know what you are doing...get out of my way and let me get it done. My husband is a wonderful man. Most women would give their right arm for a man that would help in the kitchen. Oh well. Not me. God love him, he is always trying to help me. He has been complaining for a while now that I am a mean old crab and asks to help me all the time like 5 year old boy. So I have been working on it. Trying to lighten up and give him little tasks here and there that won't get in my way. The other day I was baking a cake and I look over and there is Dan with a hopeful look on his face that says, "Can I help?". So I take a deep breath and say
K: Would you like to help me bake the cake?
D: OK (enthusiastically). Can I do it all? You could go and relax.
K: No. I really enjoy doing it, but I'll let you help. (this cake was for a friend and I didn't want him to mess it up since he has never baked before)
D: (sulking a little) OK....but I get to do the eggs!
It was like nails on a chalkboard to me, but I was able to get through the cake making process with his help. I told you I was a crab. I found it especially annoying at the time when he left to take care of one of the kids and hollered..."Don't do the eggs until I get back!". He really is adorable that big grown man with the heart of a 5 year old. Since then I have discovered that I am fine with him cooking in the kitchen....as long as I am not there.