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The rest of the kitchen story.
Our renovation required us to remove everything single thing from the kitchen cabinets so they could be painted. The closest and easiest place to store everything was the baby's room - and the plan was to have the baby's room ready before I headed to the hospital. It was a very small room and there was no space to even enter the room and as I mentioned yesterday, even the crib was overflowing with stuff.
Slapping on the cabinet doors must not have been the very last thing because within a day or two, I did end up in the hospital with a bouncing baby boy and his room was still uninhabitable. After a couple days in the hospital, when the doctor came through and told me I was OK to go home, I explained that my kitchen was torn up and I needed another day or two for my mom and husband to get the baby's room in order. Amazingly, he said, "OK," and I stayed for another day or two.
That would never happen today. This story is like the old granny describing how things were in the olden days.
I guess there is a third part to this story. I'll run it on Aug 2nd. Tomorrow is sign-up day.


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