Do I have a magnet in my pocket?
Ladies, when your Dear Hubby retires, pray he finds something to do. I can’t cook dinner without DH coming into the kitchen and getting under foot. He’s worse than the dogs! Five minutes earlier, when I was nowhere near the kitchen. Did he need to get into the cupboard then? Nope.
As soon as I begin to cook dinner, he needs something from the cupboard above or below where I’m working. Or, he blocks my access to the sink because he’s there fiddling with something. It’s as if I have a magnet in my back pocket.
Of course, the dogs compete with him over getting under foot, but at least I can chase them out of the kitchen and pull the baby gate across. It’s a shame the gate doesn’t work on him.
Don’t get me wrong I love DH dearly, I love the dogs too but geez, let me get dinner without having to trip over someone. Please. It’s an accident looking for a place to happen because I’ll be the first to admit it—I’m a KLUTZ!
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Doggonedmysteries 
I often feel this way with my cat. She is constantly underfoot while I’m in the kitchen and I have had a few accidents already. Cooking in the kitchen should be a solo activitiy for those of us who are extremely uncoordinated.
I have a rather large kitchen…so I ask you, why do the dogs and DH always have to be in the corner where i’m working? 🙄