Today is one of those days.
We are not hosting Easter this year, but spending tomorrow with Basil’s family.
I came home from teaching Jazzercise, put together an extra-large batch of stuffed mushrooms to bring, then ran out for some Easter goodies.
Still, the Saturday chores and errands need attention, so I jumped right in.
During lunch, Catherine lobbied for a nice walk in the sun.
I first put Basil in charge of vacuuming upstairs.
“Why would I do that?” he asked, as if he hadn’t been sitting like a lump playing with his phone the entire time I cleaned the kitchen, dusted and vacuumed the main floor.
“I still have to wash the floors,” I said.
Catherine’s reply, er, floored me.
“If we’re not having company why do you have to wash the floors?” she asked.
I stared at her one or two extra beats, then explained through gritted teeth, “Because they are dirty.”
“They look fine to me,” she declared.