Most days I really enjoy cooking. Some days I love it, some days I only tolerate it. And some days I refuse and we end up going out. But for the most part I enjoy it.
Cleaning up is another story. All days I hate to clean up. I detest doing the dishes. I loathe putting the food away. I despise wiping up the counters. I abhor scrubbing the stove top. And the oven? Well, that won't get cleaned out until we move.
This is why you should never come into my kitchen unless invited. Don't worry. I'm a little anal about raw meat and the accompanying diseases. But don't be surprised to find flour and sugar on the counter and a sink overflowing in dishes.
Someday my children will be old enough to wash the dishes. If only I can hold on that long. . .