The Night I Chose Sleep Over Karaoke — And Why That’s Perfectly Okay

My Saturday Night

Some nights, your body chooses for you — and last night, mine wanted nothing more than sleep.

My husband came home full of energy after a Friendsgiving party, ready to jump straight into karaoke mode. Normally, I’d match his excitement, grab the mic, and host the whole evening with open arms. Hosting is something I’ve done all my life, and it’s usually second nature.

But yesterday felt different.

I had just set up the karaoke machine for a quiet little solo performance when my husband walked in, buzzing with social energy. We shared some food he brought home from the party and some stories from our day apart. Then moments later and quite a few yawns, he asked if his sister Cindy could join us for karaoke. I never say no when it comes to our lil sister Cindy but today I wanted to shake off flu symptoms by singing a couple of Bad Bunny songs then fall asleep to Saturday Night Live. Cindy — the loud, lovable firecracker I’ve known since she was three years old— is always ready to sing at the drop of a hat. She’s over-the-top in the way that feels like home to me, even when it drives my husband crazy.

So I said yes. Go for it. Because that’s what felt right in the moment.

They sang for a good hour and a half in the living room, belting out tunes like a pair of joyful birds. I could hear them perfectly from the bedroom — the laughter, the lyrics, the high-energy enthusiasm. And still… I stayed in bed.

Not out of annoyance. Not out of stress. But because my body whispered rest, and for once, I actually listened.

And the beautiful thing? The night didn’t fall apart. No one was upset. The world didn’t stop turning because I chose to recharge.

Sometimes self-care looks like bubble baths and journals. Sometimes it looks like saying no to hosting. And sometimes it looks like climbing into bed while the people you love karaoke the night away in the next room.

Last night reminded me of this simple truth: You can love your family wholeheartedly… and still choose yourself.

This morning, I woke up refreshed, calm, and full of gratitude. Grateful for sleep. Grateful for my family. And grateful for the gentle reminder that honoring your own energy is not selfish — it’s necessary.

And now? I’m ready to start a new blogging chapter of my life. Coffee in hand, heart full, and a smile knowing that last night unfolded exactly the way it needed to.