Well, I took the kiddo to the doctor today, and stocked up on three different prescriptions to rid her of the rash, the cough, and the underlying virus. It looks as if she will survive, and just in time for her to feel better.
And just in time for me to get the sofa back.
She had spent the past several days camped out on my new sofa, rolled up like a human burrito using every extra blanket I had on hand. She said it was the most comfortable place to be. She looked pretty comfortable. I just might sleep on the sofa tonight...as a test…not because I have to. I need to know for myself how comfortable it is. I can’t just take someone else’s word for it, can I?
Besides…my husband is working on our taxes in the bedroom. No time like the last minute, right? I don’t know if I want to be in the same room while he’s wading through that mess. It’s a good thing I have a nice comfortable couch to sleep on, isn’t it?
I think so too!
Until the next time…I’ll be sleeping on the sofa…because I can!