Dear Ikea, I just wanted to thank you for hijacking our weekend and providing my husband and I with a few more grey hairs. As the working parents of five children, we were truly delighted to dedicate our weekend to bunk bed assembly.
People I don't know are whispering about me, pointing and staring. It is September 2008 and I am 34 weeks pregnant with triplets. I refuse to stay home; I will not miss Parents Night at my son's preschool. He is almost 4. And the fate of the three babies inside my belly is unknown.