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...