Falling down

My incredibly ethnic sandals from two years back. Purchased at the departments store Illums in Copenhagen on a little spring break with my dear sister-in-law and her husband. Just another example of shoes that I find truly BRILLIANT at the time of purchase, but then they turn out to be not quite so in real life. The strap between the toes hurts. Still, they look quite awesome accessorized with a black kaftan and a glass of champagne, on the deck of a yacht in the Med. Absolutely.

Today is our informal deadline to get the house in shape, as we have guests coming. Six of them. Including our nephew and niece! They live in South Korea at the moment, and our niece is actually BRAND NEW, we haven't even seen her since she was born in January, so you can imagine that we are very excited.

Still, this last week of French labour camp has taken it's toll on my mood. And, most certainly, the mood of the otherwise SO OPTIMISTIC Mr. Incredible. (For those who know him, you know that I am being VERY ironic just now). The very last thing on our "to-do-list" before hitting the showers to meet and greet everybody at the airport was.... drumwhirls.....

Putting up the baby travel cot in one of the guest rooms, presumably a very easy task. (If you are in fact a parent of a small child and familiar with these navy folding travel cots, I guess you are now already laughing on the inside. Because it is SO EASY.)

I know, it is just four clicks and the cot is up, BUT REALLY IT IS NOT AT ALL THAT EASY.

In fact, it did not work at all. No click. Just a pile of metal and stupid, sagging, navy fabric. 

So. We just lost it. Both of us. Simultaneously. Attacking the stubborn bed with all our force. Which at the time was fueled by a week of frustration with the general "stickiness" of France. The delayed furniture. Towels. Getting the right gas bottle for the barbecue. It all came out.

Did our joint forces help putting the cot together? Of course not. But, boy, it still felt pretty good getting that aggression out. At the time, at least. Afterwards, we felt kinda silly. Attacking a piece of furniture. How mature is that?

Well, now we have two baby travel cots. Fortunately they had another one over at our local Casino mall. So we have one nicely assembled one in the upstairs guest bedroom. (Very easily assembled, I took a deep breath - and it took just four clicks). And then there is the other one. The one in the garage in the basement. The one we are not talking about, the one we are hoping that our guest do not notice, at least not until enough time has passed for us to:

1) Be able to get rid of the evidence, so the topic will never be brought up

2) Time has made it possible for us to laugh at this as well. Although I think that might take us a while.