Every morning for the last week, I woke up, got Z fed, dressed and off to school, and then raced back to build build build. I had this overwhelming (occasionally compulsive) need to get this gift from both sets of her grandparents done in time for Z's birthday celebration with her friends.
Last weekend came home to find a colossal pile of lumber on a double-sized wooden pallet in my driveway. (And half the hardware missing. Sigh.) There is no interesting story about the building of this thing - it was challenging, it was fascinating, it was occasionally maddening. Most of all, it was an exercise in tenacity.
But! But! I got it done. All by myself. And just in time. To see the kids go crazy and have such a great time was so worth it the sore back and arms.
I am very proud of myself. And I love seeing my daughter so happy.
