As I have mentioned before, we have a monster dog at our house. Most days he has free reign of the downstairs of our house. Unless he is being naughty or we have company over at our house dose he get put into his kennel. Most days it just sits empty, annoying me for the space it takes up. Anyway, I came home from work yesterday and was informed by Super Grandma Babysitter, that Princess wanted to sleep in the kennel. GM said that she laid in the kennel with her pillow for about an hour, when GM finally made her get out and take a nap in a more suitable place. Fast forward to bedtime, when Princess was again playing in the kennel, and wanted to sleep in there for the night. I actually entertained a thought of letting her. I envisioned moving the kennel into her room, putting some padding on the floor, and letting her sleep in it for the night, so she would at least go to bed without a fight.
Mindless Daddy didn't share the same vision I did, and volunteered to put Princess to bed. I think he could tell the stress has finally gotten to me and I might be starting to crack.
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