Hi, my name is Em and I'm a flatpacker/mum/wife/daughter/granddaughter/secretary/lunatic!
Why oh why do I do this? I remember when I was a kid, flatpacks were very handy, could be done in a matter of an hour or 2. A bit of 'blinkin' Nora' and 'ya bagel!' slipped from my Dad's lips on the odd occasion and then VOILÀ! A fully functioning, solid (when Dad puts things together, they're practically made for life!) desk, shelving unit or a little chest of drawers would appear!
So I understand when I purchase a flatpack piece of furniture, I get a certain 'I how ta know ta do it' buzz (I'm told I said this when I was a toddler :D)... happy to tackle it alone while himself is at work but forgot I also had to add the following to my list for the day:
* 2 small kids,
* housework,
* meals,
* loo trips,
* baths,
* shower,
* charity lady who called at the door while kids were JUST in bed at the same time...
* 'help' phone calls from the office,
* meeting...
I slept well last night but please remind me never EVER to try this again...
Well, without making sure I have a brain, 3 coffees and a gwizz gwizz screwdriver... 'looper' comes to mind!
<3
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