So yesterday when Dr. Daddy called to make sure I hadn’t lost my ENTIRE mind (with the pre-k empty nest situation), he was confused as hell. I was like, ‘yep, I bought a gang of meat, marinated them joints, and now I’m up on the roof… no bigs.’ I took the above pic and sent it to him because he didn’t believe me! His initial concern gave way to appreciation tho, because I don’t cook and BBQ is like… EVERYTHING. #NeurosisForTheWin
Apparently I BBQ when I’m anxious/stressed/crazy as hell.
What’s your ‘peace, be still’ activity?