Kids tucked in. Check.
Hubby off to bed. Check.
Me in bed. Still working on that.
I'm baking bread. I thought we were totally out. I didn't notice the last loaf in the freezer until I'd started this batch. Oh well, I'm going to be busy tomorrow anyway.
It was too late to run to the store, not that I would have on a Sunday. I try not to let my "ox get in the mire", but sometimes it happens. So I choose to bake rather then buy.
I bake a lot anyway. Yeah, the store bread is soft and sliced evenly and quick. But I like to think I'm saving a little money on the grocery bill, that the fresh stuff is better for the kiddos, that I'm keeping an old skill alive every two to three days.
I don't have fresh cookies for the kids after school. I don't grow my own herbs. I don't sew my own clothes. I wouldn't know how to home-can food if my life depended on it (and I'm scared to think that someday it might!) and I don't think I'll ever volunteer for the PTA.
I can do this one thing, and I'm happy to do it.
What one thing do you do, "the hard way"?