Pots & Pans

Ahh! All I need is 1 freakin' pan!
I'm in the middle of cooking my dinner, wrangling the monkey, and warming up his favorite chicken nuggets, as well as keeping the peanut entertained and unloading the dishwasher. I should be able to get out the necessary pot, pan and corresponding lids with ease or at least without too much frustration. But, No. For some reason the Ape thinks that shoving in all the pots and pans until the door can barely stay closed is the best way to handle putting away the dishes. What is so damn difficult about stacking the pots, pans and lids. That way I can easily get to the one I need with out creating an orchestra of claps that have the peanuts eyes popping out of his little round head and hearing the monkey saying "Mommy, what you doing?" on repeat.

I just want a fucking pan!!! This kitchen is the size of a thimble, so it must be organized damn it! I don't have time for this shit!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Of course I reorg'd it and like last time I'm sure the Ape will complain about it, then I'll get pissy and subsequently forget it all. 2 weeks later I will no doubt reorg. something else and start the whole process over again. It's like deja vu with the sippy cup storage, the kids dishes, our utensils, food, everything.

But, honestly time is off the essence when the two year old is talking louder than a jet plane and the baby's "feed me" timer is ticking.