It's awesome feeling better. Feeling good makes the babysitting gig easier. Here's a shot from today.
She was trying to climb over the back of the couch to get to the dogs so I figured a good grasp on an ankle would work. When she changed direction and started to go for the box of remotes on the end table, I grabbed her and held her. I think that just made her angry. I also realized she was ready for a little nap.
So now here I am, about 8:30pm, and I don't feel ready for bed. I've got laundry going and dishes drying while I'm getting other things straightened around here. Ahh, just what I needed, out of bed and TCB. I didn't even realize how late it was until I glanced at the window and saw the sun wasn't near as bright. I went outside to catch the last bit of it.
Now I think I'll go fold clothes and keep on taking advantage of not feeling like I need to get back in bed. Soon enough, it'll be time for Robitussin and I'll have no choice but to pass out.
