Last night I stayed up way later than I “should” have.
I probably SHOULD have made my way up the stairs when my husband did and got the amount of sleep that’s best for my body.
Those hours of rest that would probably best propel me through another day of mixing macaroni and cheese with one hand while I respond to a client email with the other.
I know sleep was probably the smarter option.
But I always. choose. the smarter. option.
And last night I just didn’t care. I didn’t.