A Little Quiet Time

I'm sitting down typing. Complete quiet. Now it's complete quiet. My daughter is 19 months. Between my wife and my schedules, it's hard to get Sofia on her own schedule. She goes to bed at 12 or so, whenever I go to bed. During the day she sleeps off and on while my wife is home from her job, trying to get some sleep. My daughter is just, somewhat recently, getting the idea of naps. It's tough. Trying to juggle a wife, a daughter, a life, a career and everything else that comes my way, all at the same time. The sound of her tears are enough to break my heart, but we all need our time. She's stopped now and all I hear are the cars driving by and the furnace blowing. Ah. It's quite relaxing. I think I'll take a nap.