flea

Little bunny foo foo
Hoppin through the forest
Scoopin up the field mice
And boppin 'em on the head wif a shovel

I was up listening to Casper/helping her for 1 hour and 12 minutes Sunday night.
Last night, more than 2 hours. I cried for a while when I finally got back in bed.
Both nights I let her cry by herself (on and off, not full screaming) for half an hour before going in.
I think I'm calling in sick to work today.
But my boss asked me to call her at home when I do that (since I am the first one in and open up) and if there's anything I can't face doing right now, it's talking to my boss.
Maybe I'll chicken out and leave messages at work.
If I stayed home, I could go for a walk. And take a book to a coffee shop. By myself. I think the last time I did anything for myself by myself was last summer when mr. flea's parents were here and I got a haircut.
I need this. I deserve this. Right?