Last weekend we spent four hours in Ikea getting a dresser. Why?
Because the dresser that matches our bed can't be hauled up the narrow and extremely steep steps to our room. Additionally, the floor in our half story seems to be sinking a little in one spot so I'm not certain adding an extremely heavy dresser is a good idea, even if you don't kill yourself getting it up there.
And because (ooh boy starting another sentence with two conjunctions...) we will give what was our dresser to Rosie if she moves in. So it's time to get all of our clothes out of her dresser, which sits in her room. We also need to stop using her room as a walk-in closet and storage space.
When we moved into this house eight years ago I remember thinking, we'll never fill this house with stuff. Now I can't imagine going any smaller. I think it's a prefect size for three people though.
Still no word on when we'll meet with Rosie's teachers and foster parents, but her social worker did confirm that she is working on setting up the appointment. I don't mind it taking a few weeks because it gives us more time for planning and organizing.
Now I'm off to compile the album they'd present to Rosie if/when she's told we are her parents.
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