I stayed up way too late playing with Arya last night. But I just felt so guilty. She stays in her play pen all day. And while it is a rather spacious and sizable contained area, I feel so bad that she has to stay in that one space all day while both the husband and I are at work. (She's too little to not get into something she shouldn't while we are gone).
As soon as she sees one of us, she comes running and mewing because she's just happy for company and social contact; and she wants someone to pick her up and hold her. I got home from the gym at 7 PM last night, and I play with her until 10:45 PM. No rests, no breaks. I managed to steal bites of dinner between her kitten pounce attacks.
She finally--finally--settled down to sleep on my chest and against my neck around 10:30. I got the quickest shower I've ever taken and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow at 11.
I'm hoping the husband can handle Arya duty tonight since I woke up early and ate breakfast and played while eating breakfast and getting ready for work today. Thus allowing the husband plenty of time to sleep in.
I swear I'm going to fall asleep at this keyboard today. And I have meeting back-to-back. There's not enough coffee in the world for this level of tired.
