two hundred and one

Ever have one of those days when you know that the thing you least want to do is going to be a really good thing? And you still don’t want to do it?

I grudgingly brought the girls to our neighborhood kid’s talent show this evening. I was hot, tired and really just wanted to be in bed. We had a late night last night and a busy day today and I knew (as parents do) that we all should have been asleep instead.

But in the end, the talent was cute, the girls were (mostly) well behaved despite the yawns they tried to stifle, and Esme ran into a little girl she had met last night. They picked up where they left off and ran off, giggling in the post sunset darkness.

Not what I wanted, not what I planned, but exactly what summer nights call for.