Inspiration is a funny thing. Sometimes it comes out of nowhere – but you can never force it. I was reminded of that today. I sort of stressed off and on all afternoon over what to write about this evening. I have all these little seedlings of ideas that just need some love and attention to grow into big pretty blog flowers, but to be honest I just wasn’t feeling any of them today. And the more I tried, the less it worked. I realized I wasn't getting anywhere by stressing it, so I just let it go and figured inspiration would come at some point during the evening and then I could do my writing when the girls were in bed. Fast forward through five hours of juggling two kids, one of whom is a real person - an almost nine year-old who needs intellectual interaction, parental instruction, and dinner - and another that is basically a drooling blob who needs everything and is prone to screaming jags during dinnertime. It was a less-than-conducive environment creativity-wise, to say the least. Then the hubs, who has been working til past eleven several nights a week lately, bless his heart, responds to my “I miss you” text by saying that we need some “us” time tonight when he gets home – as opposed to working on separate laptops until way past when we should go to bed, like we have been recently. At first I think, OMG, that sounds so amazing! followed by, OMG, when am I going to work on my blog? and finally, OMG, what am I thinking, quality time with my husband is like a million times more important. DUH! And so, when I least expected it, there was the inspiration I'd been searching for: I was inspired to tell you guys that I’ve got nothin’ tonight, and that’s just gonna have to do. There are other gardens that need tending to. I know you understand. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to not be doing this anymore. G'night!