Having Kids and Trying to Make Dinner

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It's always the same process. As I'm pulling ingredients out of the freezer and pantry, they know I'm not looking and start the hijinks. I put the hamburger in the microwave to thaw, and when I turn around my four year old has juice spilled all over herself, the table, and the floor. I clean that up, then start opening cans. As I'm putting the hamburger in the kettle to brown, my seven year old starts a fight with my four year old about who gets to make the dragon eat the furby. I go break up the fight, and commence to draining the hamburger. After I have dumped the beans, tomato sauce, and chili seasoning in the pot with the hamburger, I turn around while stirring, to find my four year old has dumped a bag of Cheetos onto the table, and my seven year old is literally inside the refrigerator grazing. I clean up the Cheetos, chase my daughter out of the fridge and tell her dinner will be ready soon, and return to stirring. As the pot comes to a boil, my seven year old starts dancing around the stove yelling about how she is sooooooo hungry, and my four year old climbs on top of the table. Finally dinner is done, and they eat about half of what they take. Now I will just try to keep my sanity until bath time.