Kitchen Synch Tales

I often say I work at the Kitchen Synch. I don't know how it happened, but it's somehow become my 'workstation'. I'm standing at the end of my kitchen work top right now writing this.
The kids have been known to come and physically remove me while husband tsks away.
The dog just sits in the corner between the units and stares balefully. Usually when he needs a walk or fed. Or just a tickle behind the ears.
Sometimes it feels like my life is in this kitchen.
Wondering if the lot of the female has moved on...?