Published on Sunday, March 7, 2010 by Katherine Sunday.  A day of rest.  But normally, not for me.  Sunday is the day I panic, realizing Saturday went by way to fast and gosh, the house is a mess.  The paperwork isn’t done.  The van is still a toxic waste dump! I assumed this Sunday would be the same.  Until my nine year old daughter nudged me in bed and said, “Mom!  Mom!  I have a great idea!”  T...