Sit on the couch with me....

JJ's going through something now where he wants me on the couch with him. There's only so many times I can stomach the Scooby Doo movie, but even if he is playing on the floor and I try to get up, he asks once again "sit on the couch with me." Maybe he knows something I don't about myself, maybe he's not being unusually clingy (he normally saves that for outside the home and not so much of late.) Maybe he knows I need the rest, not that I don't know it too, but the clothes hamper just doesn't shut up, nor the little things to be put away or food to cook. Oh, well, I've been listening to him more often than not b/c I know there will come a day, much too quickly, where he won't want to be around me.