Move over pioneers

An amazing thing happened this morning. I got up early - at least it was early by late-night musical during the summer standards - to see my daughters off to a youth conference. While they were getting ready I puttered around the kitchen and the garden, until my little one got up, at about 9:30, which was still early by the same standard.

Anyway, the remarkable thing is what I said about his breakfast: "I've got some hot cereal that I ground from our breakfast blend, and while I was at it I ground some flour and made these muffins, and if you want you can put these strawberries that I just picked on your cereal."

I stopped then, when I realized what I had said, and waited for applause from the heavens. My pioneer ancestors had to have been proud. Never mind that there are towels on the floor sopping up the water that the kids dripped while running in and out yesterday, mountains of dirty clothes in the laundry room, groceries still in their bags, and dust an inch think on every flat surface of the house...for that little moment in time I was about a domestic goddess.

Whew.

And now I'm just glad I got it out of my system.