This is not where I was expecting to spend the day: on the floor of our bedroom, next to Blake’s bed. The poor boy has been unwell since yesterday, whenever he eats anything it comes back up. Fun times.
But he won’t stay anywhere comfortable, where he can rest, unless one of us is near him. And we don’t really want him on the bed or the sofa, it’s easier to clean the floor than textile surfaces!
Atleast stitching is portable so I can sit next to him and do something. He’s almost nine years old but curled up like that in his bed he looks more like a puppy.