My kitchen used to be my retreat
Before kids I'd spend hours cooking nice meals, experimenting with recipes, making everything from scratch. Now it's just me throwing chicken nuggets on a tray at 5:30pm while someone screams that their water cup is the wrong color. I miss the peace and the creativity honestly. But my oldest just asked if we could bake cookies together this weekend and something about that hit different. Maybe I can get the hobby back but just different now. With tiny sous chefs making it take 3x longer and taste like chaos.
I feel this so much. Before my daughter was born I'd do these elaborate Sunday dinners with friends. Now it's more about getting something on the table that everyone will actually eat without complaining.
The kitchen thing hits different. I used to love cooking, now it's mac and cheese and whatever gets us through dinner in 20 minutes. Do you ever get time to cook the stuff you actually want to make?