So today I made a mad dash to get a few pieces of furniture. Yes, I've had several months to do this but we only saw our flat for the first time 2 weeks ago so it has become blaringly apparent that I am missing some key pieces. This is mostly due to the fact that Houston homes are often dripping in built-in shelving. Our flat is not. And honestly, I loathe buying shelves. And last-minute shelves at that. Because we all know what that means. Yup. Self-Assembly.

Well clearly I don't have time or patience for self-assembly. Plus E said I can't go to Ikea anymore (boo). Alas, I did everything I could to avoid this by hitting a less than stellar but quick-delivery type store. You know the kind that gets some former super model to design a small but attractive collection that they heavily advertise and put in the front window but really 98% of it is the same stuff that's been around for years? Smoke and mirrors I tell you. But beggars can't be choosers right? So when I found a shelving-meets-media console that would work and a little desk for K, all in my fav ebony/espresso stained wood that matches all of my furniture, I was feeling pretty proud of myself. 

Then came the delivery dates. 

So I called E. Apparently March 2nd may be too late as the container is most likely booked for February 29th. IN ONE WEEK. 

Honestly I'm not sure which is more stressful, the fact that I STILL don't feel ready (and if that's true then what the bajeezus have I been doing since November?) or the fact that I have a several farewell parties still in the works for early March for us and the kids. I even foolishly thought I might actually have time to get my hair and nails done in advance of those parties. okaayyyy.

On to Plan B.

Yup, I'm pretty sure Plan B involves some wigging out on my part.

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