Resting is overrated when it is enforced. It's really only fun when it's a guilty pleasure nap that you take on a Friday afternoon after work or a lazy day in bed reading a favorite book. When you have a warden telling you that you can only roll on your side for five minutes at a time for not more than an hour? Torture!
And that's right, my dear dark sister is now my scary warden. "I wouldn't cross her either" said a family friend via text this morning. However despite her torture techniques, she's really being quite an excellent sister in fetching whatever food I want including bagels and chinese food, occasionally handing me the remote control, and serving up some excellent glasses of water complete with a straw.
Since my parents left me to go on their annual wine trip up the coast, we have taken over their huge king size sleep number bed. Haha, take that! No seriously, they are super excited yesterday and my mom came over to rub my tummy and whisper sweet snuggly phrases to them. I normally would think it was kind of icky-sweet but the look on her face made me melt.
I hope this works. I hope this works.