I’m bad at taking a “night off”. Well, not really — because it’s the morning now.
A night off - That’s what I said I was going to do last night as I stumbled into my house after two Easter dinners, one being a fiber overloaded meal from Maggiano’s.
After successfully cleaning off the car mat from leftovers leaking (note to self: do NOT put a full bottle of Bone Suckin’ Sauce on top of leftover boxes — and yes, Bone Suckin’ Sauce was my Easter present. Don’t judge me) and making sure Charlie did not tear up anything in the house, and washing a sinkful of dishes, and making two lunches for today, and putting together overnight oats — I finally got to sit down for my “night off”.
At 9:30 pm.
Just so you know, that’s already 30 minutes past my normal bedtime.
But it’s okay because I have been sleeping like it’s my job lately and took an hour nap cuddled up on the Husband’s grandma’s chair while reading Woman’s Day magazine yesterday afternoon.
But when I finally got to take my “night off”, I settled into bed with some tea (this is a food blog, right?) and a new book.
A book I think everyone should read.
Which is why I’m writing this post.
Because it’s amazing.
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I may only be fifty page in, but I am already hooked. This novel, which takes place in the late 1700’s and early 1800’s follows the journey of an orphaned Irish girl who ends up being taken under the wing of an African American family who are slaves on a large plantation. The plot has so many layers, with characters whose backgrounds are more than shocking.
Read it. Seriously.
Oh, and my mother in law wanted me to tell you at Easter dinner yesterday I may or may not have said something at the dinner table about Grandpa rocket launching jelly beans out of his nose to decorate cupcakes.
I’m classy.
Nights off leave me with too many thoughts in my head.
I’m never doing it again.
Well, until the next time.
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