Wabbitsmiles

We've got our very first beautiful crying 1.5 month monster in our house now. We went bare bones with the preparations, only getting a crib, changing table and stroller. As the toys, books, play things from family start to come in, I want to start designing and building a storage area.

I'm thinking of an interactive storage area which grows along with my little girl and her play things. Interactive in the sense that the storage skeleton itself perhaps can be moved/ expanded/ collapsible, ala a treehouse or a fort.

I've dedicated an area in my house where the piano and wine rack used to be, it's a 1.2m x 1.2m corner next to a window in the living room.

Other things that came to mind is if one edge of the storage can be a hand painted vertical height marker (instead of being on the wall)

Open to any ideas and suggestions. I'm just trying to avoid the boring plastic storage containers and stacking them up.

I had fun ranting and hearing your rants, perhaps we can keep this going

Inspired by a podcast of the same name (running is BS) that loves to hate running. This week particularly hate running because..

What I thought was an ache turned out to be an injury.

Early Jan, pushed a bit hard on the tempo runs (4:50min/km pace), my comfortable pace is (5:45/km). Felt a niggle in my inner groin immediately, but wished it away (it didn't go away)

Continued training, limping on one side, telling my partner it was nothing when it obviously was.

Come early march, half marathon I was training for. Woke up, acknowledged maybe it was an injury, promised my partner I'd take it easy.

Broke my promise at gun start, pushed on for first 5km, another 5km, another 5km and the final 6km at target pace.

Made it with a PB!

In return, left knee is swollen, left back is aching like never before.

And fine, now I acknowledge it's a injury and am gonna rest with the running for a few weeks.

Running is not actually Bs. It's idiotic runners like me that make it BS

Inspired by a podcast of the same name (running is BS) that loves to hate running.

This week I particularly hate running because...

Spring time in upon the northern hemisphere, but that brings about the freaking hoard of hovering flies 🪰🪰🪰🪰🪰 at mouth level for easy ingestion.

Whether it is parks, trails, by water bodies, I can't seem to get away from them and always end up eating a mouthful of tiny flies, or at least up in my nostrils.

The worst was when I held my breath over a few steps thinking I made it through a patch, and gasping my way into another horde and engulfing a mother road after. UGH.