Hey. It’s One & Done Sunday. One picture, and five links that are worth your time.
Friday night, only #4 and I were home for dinner. I still cooked for an army, because everyone shows up eventually– plus#4 is our only kid who eats, and she ate about half of what I made anyway (not coincidentally, she’s the only one who is strong and tall). After dinner, I took the puggles for a walk and when I came back, something was wrong. I couldn’t immediately put my finger on it, but I knew something was off, and it wasn’t just that the house was nearly empty and nobody was screaming.
My sense of unease had me on guard, checking around corners and under the furniture until I came to the kitchen.
Then I saw it. The source of my feelings of not-rightness.
#4 had cleaned up the whole kitchen while…
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