So, dinner is served for the year. I might attempt a last ditch autumnal effort over a campfire, since fire food is so great and so infrequent.

I enjoyed the housekeepers for the long, first visit. My greatest joy was trying to think up little dusty spots that I had never thought of before and check to see if they were clean. AND they all were! This is fun. I played with my babies, guiltily, the whole time the two women scrubbed my house on their hands and knees. So I like it.

Now the onset of Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas have got me rustling around.
Costumes: finished early, army guy, Boss Hog and Black Bart
Thanksgiving menu: planned and delegated
Christmas: budgeted, little gifts purchased, big gifts list finished, meal still undetermined

So it's nothing but work work work here in Betty Crocker'sville. I hope to have Christmas presents wrapped and forgotten before November is through. I'm planning on finding a caterer for Christmas dinner, since I'm the only one who likes to cook, and I don't like it THAT much. I'd like the only weight I gain to be from eating, not from stress this year.

My young husband is starting a second job. He will no longer be the renaissance man that he has been thus far, changing diapers, washing laundry and cooking dinner with me. So, I must now face being an entire-house-wife for the first time. I am not looking forward to it. I am taking reading list suggestions.

Hail the conquerors. Long live Vitables.