This post is fairly inevitable, after yesterday’s excursion to ikea. First the dump and then the stressful experience of making husband feel manly by directing “assisting” him with putting up shelves and various pieces of furniture.
I feel like I have aged about 20 years and struggled to keep eyes open in eldest’s swimming class. I do feel glad that it’s all done though and that the nursery is taking shape. Now for the mountains of baby clothes to be washed.
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