Yargh

So Friday I got a taxi to IKEA and apart from some things taking ages to arrive at the collection point and me thinking I'd lost my paying card, it was fine. We were home shortly after midnight. Yay.

Saturday I don't even remember. Oh wait, I do - Rob was incredibly tired but took the girls swimming while I took Astrid to see Lucy in her new flat and then Lucy and I went to get Geoff and his children to go to the Farmer's Market, and then we met with Rob and our children on the way home, and then everyone went to their own homes and then my family and I went to the True Food market and did shopping, and then we came home, and then I got a taxi to my first ever baby shower, which was very pleasant, and then I was driven home laden down with books and potplants, and then Rob and I sorted space for the IKEA delivery. Oh, after dinner, for which Linnea had prepared me a menu, with decorative spiral writing on the cover.

Sunday the delivery arrived. And that's today. We also tidied, though I doubt anyone other than us could tell, and had visitors delivering a birthday present for Linnea, and Rob and a friend took Lucy's delivery over to her house, and Rob and I were both incredibly, incredibly tired, to the point where I'm wondering are we ill. Then I remember that we've just had over two weeks away with three children followed by massive home improvement plans, housework, and insomnia. Rob is finishing off cooking the biggest vat of bolognese sauce in the world, and then hopefully we don't have to cook again this week and can just go to bed really early every day.