We've been so busy around here that it's been hard to find a second for the best kind of mundane.
Today was the day.
So we grocery shopped in sweats and a ball cap (me) and sweats and cowboy boots (Silas). We stripped sheets and Leeland sang us through a double batch of Mac & Cheese and Oatmeal Chocolate Chip cookies. We got flour in our hair and my knuckle fell victim to the grater - yet again.
We took naps.
I sought refuge in the bathroom to read jailhouse mail and smiled through most of it.
The afternoon got wild and wooly, but this is my life. (All the rest, too.) But this, this dirty-kitchen Monday is the very best of me, the very best for me. It holds me together on the days I haul around different kinds of burdens.
In summary: dirty kitchens are underrated.
So, this is it, party people. Link on up! I might get fancy sometime soon with a button and a photo link up widget, but for now? We embrace simplicity. Enter your post with your name or that which you celebrate today. Surprise us. (And yes, I tend to blog late. So MSM will often really become MST, but I'm okay with it if you are.)