That makes total sense, Kat. I treasure my all alone time even more than I do my nap time.

Everyone except the friend's DH has taken Noah shopping at ikea. May he poop there, is all I can say.

That's hilarious. "So the first week you were home, you went to IKEA FIVE TIMES." Also, easily cleanable surfaces there.

I'm a big fan of downtime. Big huge fan.

easily cleanable surfaces there.

and not my responsibility to clean them! K was shocked at how much you have to port along with Noah. In addition to the extra diapers, wipes and change of clothes, with him you also need a bottle, his meds and nipple (which I forgot to take to the doctor) as well as an apnea monitor and his oxygen bottle. Plus his car seat.

Travelling light is not an option.

Disassembling the entire back door...that's impressive.

See, I could break in to the back door of the garage with a credit card, which then armed me with power tools, and a keen desire to reach the bathroom certainly helped.

I could also tell you a story about how the doorknob on my bedroom door went crazy a while back and trapped me in there. Thank god the hinges were inside and I am the kind of geek who keeps a screwdriver in her computer desk.

Now if I'd only had a child to support at the time, I would have just yoinked the unemployed loser pity crown from you there. Locked myself INSIDE, baby.

I hear they require fewer accessories as they get older. But then somewhere in there, they start spending your money for more! Though by then, they usually carry them themselves....

It's really the apnea monitor and oxygen tank that set you over the top. You need an extra stroller just to hold your junk.

You need an extra stroller just to hold your junk.

Well, we do have a twin stroller! When Grace gets home, it's going to be amazingly difficult to ever leave the house.

In high school, I regularly forgot my keys and had to scale the patio fence, climb up the roof and across to my mother's balcony, scale that and then jimmy her bedroom door open.

Good times. Good times.

I broke a small panel of glass to get back in once, because I had something on the stove. We left a set of keys with the neighbors after that. I don't even think I got in trouble for that one... I mean, what was I gonna do? Better a little broken glass than a lot of charred... things.

The whole time I was growing up, my parents never locked the house. Maybe once or twice when we were gone on a two week vacation or something. We'd also leave our cars and truck parked outside with the keys in them.