John and I were hanging out down in the basement and he asked if I knew where Amelia was. I ran upstairs to check on her and I couldn't find/hear her anywhere. I looked outside thinking she went to play with her cat again but she hadn't. I then checked my bathroom where she loves to play in the sink and get her hair wet. I started getting a little nervous when she wasn't in there. I went to go start looking downstairs when I spotted her dead asleep on the couch. For some reason it always breaks my heart when I find my kids sleeping.