Remember your first apartment? It was small and cheap but you hardly ever spent time there because you were either at school, work, or partying it up. So who cares if it didn't have counter space, storage, or heat right? Fast forward to getting married and /or having a kid, realization sunk in that you needed more room, especially in the kitchen and storage area, so you move to a bigger place. Imagine not being able to move to a bigger place, or even being able to move on to a bigger and better place only to downsize again. It's a huge change of lifestyle for me that I did not realize would be so hard. We are selling our house and living in a rental house that is MUCH smaller. I'm losing my mind! My kitchen is so small I don't know how to cook anything anymore! I feel so cramped and I hate it! I have no table, and no counter space. Here's some pics of our space
Even though I'm fed up with the darn kitchen I'm still cooking no matter how much of a pain in the arse it is. Today I decided to bake while Carter is napping. I bought a mix because I just don't have enough room to lay out everything I need to make stuff from scratch let alone my mixer. So here's what I made:
PS: Carter is feeling much better now, so no to much cuddling going on anymore.