Forcing the issue

Today Kirsten stayed home from school. She's a bit congested, and it's been building for a few days now. Maybe she got it from me, maybe it's something else. Anyway, I crashed on the couch. Wasn't planning on staying there long, but every time the alarm went off, I reset it. Of course, I checked on Kirsten between my snoozes, and the in-between times when she would wake me to help put a shirt on her Prince (from a Barbie movie, not the REAL Prince!) doll or something. I finally decided to get up around 11, feeling that was enough sleep I caught up on. Where was Kirsten at this point?

Passed out in her room! The little sweetie must've known she was going to nap, because she had her glasses off & safely to the side! I guess she needed some extra rest, and my napping kind of forced the issue with her! Makes me feel less guilty for sleeping the morning away!