Contentment.

The past couple weeks months, we have both been running around like chickens with our heads cut off. Just the other day we had a talk about how we both felt like we were just getting through life and not living it. I haven't even been grocery shopping in a full 6 days. Needless to say, our meals have been interesting some nights. When this happens, Jake is usually very good at giving himself a break so he can re-coop, feel better, and then get on with his responsibilities.

I, on the other hand, keep going and going until one night I break down in tears and sobs and snot running down my face and Jake tries to calm me down until I fall asleep.

Last night was different...

During my weekly yoga session, I decided that when I got home, I was going to take a night off of everything. So I picked up dinner, sweet pork salads* and headed home. I forgot about my homework/studying I should have been doing, didn't take the shower that I probably needed and put on my jammies and watched Invictus with Jake.

It was great. I was so content and lazy and it felt great.

*Jake's boss bought him lunch that day and it just happened to also be a sweet pork salad from the same place. Oops!