Here was my kitchen list, although a few tasks were meant for Sunday and a few I had to scrap:
The kitchen counter says it all, down to the half-eaten apple perched near the edge.
This is what happened when the bread timer sounded in spite of the mixing of pizza dough and cooling of cakes on the counter. The cupcakes were resentful of sharing personal space, and rudely shoved this loaf onto the floor.
When Jason got to come home (early!) from digging peanuts, he suggested we go out for dinner. This tired mama quickly agreed, even though the pizza dough and toppings had been prepared. (They served me well on Tuesday evening.)
With Jason behind the vacuum, and me on bathroom maid duty, the cleaning got finished. The house breathed a sigh of gladness and thanked me for the freshened decor. And I thanked my husband and our waitress at Dixie Catfish for the fried dill pickles and catfish po-boy.