Because it’s closer to the refrigerator for when I need to refill my kid’s milk for the fifth time.
Because it’s closer to the microwave so I can heat up yet another dinosaur chicken nugget, even though I asked my son multiple times while “cooking” if four was is enough.
Because it’s closer to the trash can where I can dispose of that wasted of chicken nugget that I kinda knew he’d never eat.
Because it’s closer to the wipes.
Because it means I can simultaneously do dishes, which is what I seem to do from the moment I get home until the moment I go to bed.
Because most nights I get heartburn from eating too fast, and standing seems to make it more comfortable.
Because I’m a mom which means the second I sit down somebody will need me.