The Bowers crashed last night. We were all supposed to go somewhere: the studio, the dojo, yoga. We didn't go.
The kids got their braces tightened yesterday and were in pain. Brad and I have both had hard work weeks. We crashed hard.
We watched Aladdin. We did nothing else. We were all in bed by 9. It was lovely.
I'm grateful we have come to a place where we do this. We have left behind the days of going until we absolutely drop--pushing through at all costs. And we have no intention of going back.
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