Mimi likes sleeping on the wicker chairs upstairs. There are two, and she moves back and forth between them.
After waking up a couple of times during the night, I woke up at 6 AM, which is reasonable. Mimi: Mom, food? Me: Were you waiting for me to get up?
Today it’s supposed to rain, so it’s a day for chores inside the house.
Napped. Feeling
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