I’m not even going to try to fake it: I was exhausted this weekend and didn’t get time to write a proper post. Eaman, Teddy, and I drove up to L.A. to see one of my oldest, dearest friends, who just got engaged, just got a puppy, and is moving back to the East Coast. There was a lot to celebrate, but between the sun, laughing (of the ab-workout variety), and reigning in two maniac puppies, I came home Sunday and passed out for most of the day.
Usually I’d force myself out of nap time and get my work done. But for the first time in a long time, I took a break. I slept three hours on the couch. Then I did a DIY project (coming to the blog soon!) before crawling under the covers and passing out for another few hours. I actually turned to Eaman at one point and asked him, “When was the last time we even did this?” There’s always something (or someone) to take care of—or at least that’s how my restless brain perceives things.
So here’s to taking a break when you really need it and not feeling bad about it. Hope you had a good weekend!
