The best thing I accomplished this week was dinner tonight in the kitchen. For about two weeks now--yes, ever since The Cure officially started--we'd all take our dinner to separate rooms: me to the computer, the kids and the husband sometimes to my son's room to listen to the radio, more often to the living room to watch T.V.
But the chairs are painted (even if there is still tape on one and I haven't razor bladed off the excess here and there), the table is scrubbed and I threw on a cloth. We had Roast Chicken, again. The seven year old helped me set the table: plates, cutlery (knives on the right, forks on the left--is that right?) matching glasses (above the knives), napkins (folded under the forks), salt, pepper, and a vase of two Spider Mums left from last week's arrangement. It was over too soon, though. As soon as we finished eating the main course, they bolted to the living room to finish watching a video. Oh well, we'll be back in the habit again soon.
After dessert of pie, whipped cream and coffee, I buckled down to the dishes, the boy dried them and, hey, all in all, we had a nice Sunday evening at home.