My splendid blog 9938

I was hunched over a crib slat in the back of my car, the trunk open to the rainy Leslieville morning, trying to line up a screw I somehow lost while crawling around like a human pretzel. The rain blurred the tail lights of the traffic on the Don Valley Parkway, and my phone said 10:42 a.m. I still don't fully know how Allen at the store thought those tiny screws would fit without an extra pair of hands, but there I was, knees wet, swearing softly and grateful I had brought

I was hunched over a crib slat in the back of my car, the trunk open to the rainy Leslieville morning, trying to line up a screw I somehow lost while crawling around like a human pretzel. The rain blurred the tail lights of the traffic on the Don Valley Parkway, and my phone said 10:42 a.m. I still don't fully know how Allen at the store thought those tiny screws would fit without an extra pair of hands, but there I was, knees wet, swearing softly and grateful I had brought

I was crouched in the middle of the store aisle at 3:15 p.m., elbows on a box of mattress protectors, trying to decide if the gray crib looked less gray in fluorescent light or in the pale sunshine that leaks through my apartment windows on Danforth. The parking lot had been a disaster — six cars deep waiting for a spot, someone honking like it was the end of the world — but inside Baby & Kids Furniture Warehouse Toronto it somehow calmed me down. Too many options to panic