It is late. I should be sleeping. Sleeping is harder when Howard is gone. Tonight he and Link are on a church sponsored father/son campout. This is important bonding time for the two of them. Howard briefly considered taking Patches along too, but then realized that there would be diapers involved with that project. It’s just as well, I’d have a hard time sending my “baby” off camping without me. That “baby” is now half a year away from his third birthday. Just yesterday I pulled out size 3T clothes for him to wear. I’m not sure why it is that the bigger clothes should make him seem so much older, but they do. He’s really a little boy now not a baby anymore.
Wow, late night sleepies with no Howard make me rambly. I meant to write about Howard and campout.
Today was a much less hectic day. Note: “less hectic” is not the same as “peaceful” I did manage to finish the day with the house visibly cleaner than it began.
And I’ve just realized that I’m too tired to write anymore. All the thoughts sneak away before they’re more than half-formed into words. I assure you I had good thoughts. I think they’re waiting for me on the far side of a good night’s sleep.