>That Kind of Night

>Do you ever have that kind of night where you know there are a million and one things you should be doing, but you can’t quite put your finger on any of them (or maybe subconsciously don’t want to)?

You even try going to bed to read 30 minutes early and your husband asks what you’re doing.

You wander aimlessly, even attempting to make a grocery list for the week, with yummy meals planned, but can’t think beyond the package of frozen ground beef and frozen chicken breasts in the freezer.

You ponder that it is a holiday weekend coming up and that you should make something GREAT on the grill (that would be the husband actually), but you’ve not been eating so well lately, so maybe you should go healthy instead of that terrific ribeye that sounds so good, or…there’s always the KFC that is traditional for Labor Day weekend….but no…you’re trying to think healthy (did I say that already?). Back to those frozen chicken breasts.

Even your blog post is a bit of a ramble, because like I mentioned, it is like you are lost in the middle of the million things you should be doing, but….well, they just aren’t coming to you, nor….
do you really want them to.

Is this the perfect state of mind, where you can’t stress over everything you have to do, because it is just not on your mind? Do you ever have that kind of night, or day, or moment?

Maybe my weekend away, with my husband and son, to see my dad and his wife was just that relaxing. Look, I was asked to kiss my dad on the cheek for this photo, and this was what was captured….I wonder if that was that kind of night too? 🙂

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