Anchovy came over to visit me at my mister mom for a week gig. Well, not an entire week. But almost.
Today was a no school day and I’m exhausted. My feet hurt.
At this house the tv room is actually in the back house. It feels weird when the baby is napping in the actual house without us. I usually go back every fifteen minutes or so to check for crying and then talk myself out of actually opening the door to make sure the baby is still present and breathing. When anchovy was there though, it was like she was standing guard. It was so cute.
Or maybe I was just projecting that responsibility onto her so I could play Mario kart with less guilt.