It’s Friday night and I’m not doing anything. And I’m okay with that.
It’s been a long week. The two-year-old had a sick day, all the children stayed up way too late for fireworks, the six-year-old pushed boundaries at camp and got written up, I worked extra, my Mike finished up his last week at his current job before he starts a new one on Monday, and my kids witnessed another kid get arrested. And I have to work a couple of hours tomorrow night. And I’ll undoubtedly be working overtime next week. And it’s hot.
So, yeah, I’m okay with my lack of movement this evening. It’s worth it. I’ll do some moving tomorrow.