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Whee, the Squiddle's crib and chest of drawers are assembled! Two less things to do. And my (heavy) embroidery hassock got moved out to the sewing nook in the process. None of which was actually on the to-do list for this weekend, but it needed to get done, so.... And Wonderful Husband has been painting the two remaining closet doors this week, and they're now in the appropriate rooms, just awaiting their hardware reinstallation and subsequent hangings tomorrow morning.

They say that having a child forces you to confront your own mortality. I don't know if that's true for everyone, but it certainly is for me. Realizing you're not the last link in the chain, that someday you will die and life will continue on without you... it's fucking terrifying. And that's completely apart from the contemplation of what quasi-unique way you'll end up screwing up your kid over the next eighteenish years.

Which thoughts usually end up leading me to the conclusion that I should do housework now, and panic later. There's always time for panicking later.