all six children are fast asleep and in their own beds (even this little Hammy).
And one hubby.
There are two dozen Oatmeal Crispies hidden away in the freezer (until Danny reads this). There are also a half-dozen in a bag on the counter.
My two quart Pampered Chef batter bowl is
I have six quart-size jars of black beans (with bacon and onions for flavor) still bubbling cooling off on a thick towel on the counter. I had decided this week that I needed to be a real grown-up and re-learn how to use my pressure cooker/canner. I'm very proud of myself and also pleased that no jars shattered in the process.
The dishwasher is humming.
The dryer is clinking. It sounds like there are a few pairs of overalls in there.
Dirty dishes litter the counters.
Eight bottles are filled up to four ounces each and lined up in two rows in the fridge. This should get me through the I-don't-want-to-be-awake-yet hour.
My living room is clean- if you don't count the king-size snowman comforter on the couch.
And I'm off to bed 20 minutes shy of turning into a pumpkin. Good-night!