I sat down to write a quick post and it was coming out all complain-y and stuff, so I deleted it.
We’ve had a tough week in our household. And last night I did something that I didn’t foresee myself ever doing.
I skipped a concert of one of my longtime favorite artists.
He was in Asheville, and two days prior I decided that I shouldn’t go because I wasn’t sure how the baby was going to do at night (and right now, sleep trumps music.)
That’s another thing I never thought I’d hear myself say. Sleep trumps music. But I need sleep. I need music, too, but I can listen to that just about anywhere.
Really, though. Who am I?
Today I felt slightly sad that I missed out on this artist (I haven’t seen him live since maybe 2005 or 2006), but I can’t say I totally regret it. I got a decent amount of sleep last night. As in, a few consecutive hours of sleep. And I didn’t miss not spending money on a show – no matter how little or how much, I would have spent a good amount on a ticket, drink(s), cds, etc.
Sounds like I’m growing up.