A triumphal moment of DIY glory came today when I managed to fix my garage door! For some time now going to my garage has been quite an ordeal since the 50 year old mechanism which lifts the door as it is opens, gave up the ghost. Not having £150-£250 to blow on a new door I decided that bodging a fix was the only way and took the whole door down, screwed on some huge hinges and fix it to the frame. It looks pretty awful but works fine and was a great little character building journey of ups and downs, bruised knuckles and bloodied fingers, and a DIY-inferiority complex which gave way to an immense sense of satisfaction on the completion of said door project.
Obviously my escapades in the garage left Naomi with the four boys, one of which (Noah) had been up all night and most of the previous day. By lunch time Naomi was pulling her scalp off having torn her hair out and resorted to trying Rusks, toast, and SMA baby milk. He downed all of that and probably would have eaten a doner Kebab if we had one. So, a growth spurt or something I guess!
This and other stressful May-days including The Big Church Day Out, birthday parties and fun days, has brought home to us just what a difficult phase of life this is with four little ones hanging off our arms 24/7. It is incredibly difficult to do anything other than the minimum even when we're both around at half term. This is something which gets us both down at times but I'm sure we'll look back on these days with wistful grin. Do you think?
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