Penny woke up at 5:30am, which wasn't TOO bad. She went back to sleep at about 7:30, and didn't wake up until almost 9am. By which point it'd been at work for an hour. Wonderful.
It was a glorious, glorious morning and I felt truly blessed glad and to be alive. I took this picture, too.
We had a whore of a morning. Very busy. The afternoon calmed down, though, so it wasn't too bad by hometime.
I walked home, still with a spring in my step and found Penny chowing down on garlic bread. I made tea for Melissa and myself, and then Melissa bathed Penny while tea was cooking. Penny shit in the bath, so that was fun. We hosed her down, and got her changed, then she clambered all over the couch trying to get at us and our chips.
By the time Melissa left for work Penny and I were playing nicely on the playroom floor, until just before 6:30, when I put her in her high chair and went to make her some porridge. I kept poking my head round the door to check on her as she was awfully quiet. Turns out she was nodding off. I woke her up and tried to get her to eat some porridge, but she was having none of it, so I took her upstairs and tried to get her to drink her bottle. She was having none of that, either. Very annoying. She fell asleep almost instantly, which, while good now, will come back to haunt me later, when she wakes up hungry at like, 2am.
Still, que sera. It's time to tidy the kitchen and watch some TV. Or read a book. Or chase the cats round the house. Or maybe just go to bed nice and early.
We'll see.
