I took Eleven to scouts today and we quite literally ran out the door. He was still getting his uniform on when we drove over, and we got there 15 min late. Of course, he and I spent so much time reviewing his math homework that when Mike got in from the train he had to make dinner instead of sitting smoothly down to eat. We were too busy with the high points of unit conversion.
So Eleven and I drove off with the undercarriage of my car flapping merrily along and Seven and Mike built an airplane and when I got home the dinner dishes were still on the table. Of course the dishwasher is full of clean dishes, so I am just going to bed.
But it was so clean in here! Just yesterday! Huge sigh.
Mike and the little dudes and I had some friends and family over for a little dinner party tonight. We had just enough people to fit around the table and it was a perfect occasion to get out the china.
When we emptied out the attic to make room for the insulation, I finally unpacked the large box holding (as clearly marked) three generations of china. Michelle and I packed it up when I moved from pittsburgh in 2005, and it’s been through two basement floods and a nice hot attic since then. Happily it was all whole and lovely. We found a home for it where, hopefully, we will he inclined to use it all the time.
On the menu: green salad, asparagus, peas, crash smash potatoes, london broil, and Nigella Lawson’s easter egg nest cake. We had a totally lovely time. So lovely we forgot to tell everyone it was our third anniversary tonight!