Some days can reach an incredible level of stress and frustration.
This is probably not the worst I've ever seen, but I'm definitely tired, and
looking forward to a (hopefully!) relaxing evening.
I don't sleep much these days: our child is facing one of these sleep
regressions (I think they're called), so he wakes up several times per night.
My right shouler is hurting as hell because it is inflamed. The thing is
mostly due to the fact I've got to run after and subsequently lift the little
one.
I'm constantly seeking for some peace, but when it is not about our child, it
is my wife who keeps calling me.
In fact, she is calling me right now. What is going on now?
On the top of it, I just bought a pen and it turns out to be defective. Not
that it was so expensive, but for fuck's sake, it was a little brightness in a
fairly stupid day.
