“Taking the first footstep with a good thought the second with a good word and the third with a good deed I entered Paradise”
The night felt FOREVER. Baby Zeeq just didnt want to sleep and decided to drag his mommy to do the same. I morphed into a zombie at the first break of dawn on the verge of acting upon trichotillomania.
And all it took was an act of kindness for my stress to dissipate. Into thin air.
Mr Husband washed Baby Zeeq’s onesies and blankies. And went a further mile, perhaps two, to sanitise his feeding bottles and prepare lunch.
Now those are Good Things.