Caged in.

Stella is army crawling all over the place and I can't keep track of her while I am working, so I had to buy a "gate" aka a baby cage for her. I feel bad, but I also feel worse when she is ramming her head into the coffee table over and over again or going for the electrical sockets, or licking the kitchen floor; you get the point. Anyways, I can see where she is at all times now and that makes the day easier for me. We are only using it during my work hours and when we really need it. Can you tell I still feel a little guilty for having it? I am sure I will get over it at some point!