We fell asleep to Podrick going absolutely bonkers last night. He’s grown enough to jump into the tub, which was another of Pippin‘s safe spaces. Between the sound it makes when he’s jumping in the tub and the dripping faucet offering something new and interesting, he was ridiculously over stimulated. He chased Pippin nonstop. I fell asleep with terrible thoughts, mentally berating myself for bringing in this hellion that’s tormenting Pippin, wondering if we made a mistake with him. They were at it again when I briefly woke up, just after midnight. At one point, I woke and it was mostly quiet. I have a vague recollection of Pippin meowing quietly, petting her, hoping she wouldn’t make too much noise and wake Pod.
Three hours later, he was under the edge of my quilt, looking for momma-cuddles. After rearranging my arms and resetting the sleep shit on my phone, I fell asleep again, with him curled up and sucking my thumb. He was back again just before it was time for us to get up.
We had a nice Sunday. Shawshank made us brunch. We went out to Shady Acres in the afternoon. Some family friends from Shawshank‘s formative years are in town, stopping in for a few nights as they travel across the country. They showed up early- weeks early, to hear Shawshank‘s mom tell it. I left my Switch at home, because I need to be a functional adult when we’re entertaining.
Today is supposed to be a nice, warm day. I’m hoping I can go outside and play. I’ll have to go out and water our flowers anyway.
