That is what I am asking myself about last night. I got home, we ate dinner, and then I had all kinds of energy. I rounded the munchkins up and we played a game. Then we did some laundry and then, and this is where it gets good...we made BANANA Bread. Yep. All before American Idol too!
My kids' eyes get all glazed over when they see that one or two bananas are getting brown...and if I do not discard them before they notice, they start pestering me to make banana bread. I just wasnt quick enough this week I guess and they noticed.
So, my first idea was that I would let THEM make the banana bread as I relaxed and handed out orders. HA! I have a LOT to learn. N wanted to crack the eggs, and of course he tapped it on the bowl like a showed him, and then he clenched his fist, crushing the eggs in his hand. So, I had to pick egg shells out...
Oh, well. I ended up doing most of the work. Which was fine, I guess. They were happy with the banana bread, the house smelled good, I no longer have deteriorating bananas on my counter. Yay, for me.