I have them often, and they make me sleep badly and affect my humor.
I then woke up with my son, a 10 months old baby, crying at 02:00 am.
I first put some medicine in my sore and then it felt much better.
And I was going to bed happy to sleep nicely-
But the crying got stronger: I thought: So bad, I have to attend him.
I went to his bedroom, to help him out,
Then it came to me: So selfish I am: I am feeling so much better: I have energy surplus right now: I can help the kid and sleep nicely after, I don’t need to be angry or bitter as I am.
The purpose of having good things is to serve others, not ourselves, got it?
