Bunked

I am not living the crafty blogger lifestyle. We are crammed into too-small spaces with too-small budgets. When we finally succeed in stacking all our things and children into neat cubes, it will be just in time to move into a bigger place. This is the way of things.

The bedroom, partly torn up:

And with bunk bed (panoramic view makes the crib look huuuuge. Bonus: spot the baby):

It is really dark and smells like paint. I slept like a paranoid, non-sleeping thing, waiting for the bed to collapse and kill us all. I don't do well with changes to sleeping environment. Will get used to it. If we survive.