Well, the kids were super excited to start our new family tradition of eating Sunday dinner in the dining room...I really wanted to say no, but that didn't seem quite right...so I relented, (insert big sigh here).
53/365 (2/22) Sunday Dinner
It was agonizing...but I tried not to think about it...that is, until I woke up this morning and got a look at the table in the sunlight. Egads. Grubby little finger prints EVERYWHERE! and crumbs and smears!
Is having nice, new stuff supposed to be this hard?