Sunday afternoon, after driving from one dance practice to the other I was tired, sore and beat. In a span of 5 hours, this is what I came back home to:
- 4 loads of laundry done.
- The clothes washed, dried, folded and sorted into respective closets.
- Kitchen floor sparkled and shone.
- Carpets vaccumed.
- Groceries done without a master list.
The husband was suitably rewarded in kind after a nice dinner and the kids in bed. O yes, the evening got a bit chilly, and the fire got lit in the family room.
Sundays are nice way to start the week.