everyone has a sugar hangover today.
Erik and I went to a party last night. Gotta love the post-Halloween fest– I just surveyed all my friend’s costumes on the 31st and stole the best one for the 1st. Thanks Brenda. Erik went as a polygamist, which I found so creepy that I could hardly stand to talk to him. Hmm, let’s go for Superman next year, ‘k honey?
Arriving home, my repentant polyg swept the kitchen floor and came up with this:
I may be easygoing about Halloween candy consumption but clearly they have descended to rank slothfulness. Not cool.
It’s kind of a depressing day. Rain poured all morning and battered the roof and windows at church. Driving home from church it was already twilight. The dark short days of winter have arrived. But we made a big pot-roast dinner, played tag and UNo and made the best of it.
As bedtime approached, I looked at the two sinks filled with dirty dishes and spilling onto the counter in every direction. “Who’s on dishes?” I asked.
Ben waved his hand from the computer desk where he was fiercely typing away at a paper on The Scarlet Letter.
Without pause, Stefan abandoned his book on the couch and strode to the sink, “I’ll do them. I was on table setting and that’s pretty easy.”
And he did. Filling the sink with steamy, soapy water, he scrubbed dish after dish– crock pot, mixing bowls, saucepans, two skillets from pancakes, dozens of plates and bowls and piles of silverware. I moved around the kitchen straightening and sweeping, completely awed by his simple, quiet kindness.