Sacked Out

In the evening Abby wants to be near her Mama.  Not just on the floor in the same room.  She needs to be in physical contact with Mama.  

Of course, this is the most hectic part of my day.  It involves pretending I'm a television chef on the Food Network as I cook dinner, running up and down the stairs to wash laundry once I realize I have no clean pants for tomorrow, and giving my mother a play-by-play of the day's events.  And, of course, my significant other always calls while driving home from work.  In fact, that's essentially the only time he really wants to talk to me.  During dinner I'm lucky if I get a full sentence out of him, but on his ride home it's Chatty McChatterson.

So during these chaotic couple of hours, I often put Abby on my back in one of the (many) carriers I own.  It's win-win.  She's happy as a clam and I can do what I need to do.  

This past week Abby was so tuckered out from the day's adventures that she passed out while on my back. 

I gingerly placed Miss Abigail and the carrier on the big chair. . .but she didn't wake up.

Greg built a blockade of pillows and blankets around her and she slept for almost an hour.

Win-win!