Happy

I wrote something, and then made it private, because it seemed a little more silly than usual. If the blog titled “Words” or something like that ever shows up, that is what I am referring to.

This last week I have been so stressed, so frazzled and so everything else like that.

My son slept through the night for the most part last night. I mean that he got up and was breastfed, but then he went back to bed right away. No drama.

He never really was good at sleeping through the day at home, but I was able to lay him down two hours ago, and he is still out. My wife took a turn watching over him, and I just checked, and she’s asleep too.

I now have a little leisure time to myself.

And in this time, I will ponder to myself about the hardships, and feel that I am happy in the end.

That’s all really.

There are many ideas bubbling in my head, but they need more time to stew.