Am Domestic Goddess

In my TV free evening, I:

Vacuummed the upstairs hallway.
Washed the kitchen and hallway floors, including MOVING FURNITURE.
Washed the entryway rugs.
Put some hardwood floor restorer on the kitchen floor which was supposed to make it look less crappy. It failed, but still, floor more protected.
Put away renegade laundry.
Vacuummed the living room and dining room.
Made Jello.
Packed my lunch for tomorrow.
Baked bread.

What?!?!

I BAKED BREAD. See:



My mom gave me this bread mold awhile ago, from Pampered Chef, and it was looking at me all the time, making me feel guilty because I had never used it. I was going to make a pumpkin bread, because it's that time of year, but I didn't know how that would turn out, so I tried the recipe on the instruction sheet. It's appetizer bread... got a party you need appetizers for??

I also played with Luke a lot. Did I mention my boy has blue blue eyes??





Now he's screaming his head off because he doesn't want to sleep. Or eat. Or be awake. Even Domestic Goddesses can't contend with cranky seven month olds.