So the day we come home with two tired kids, a pram, three 5 kg bags of soil, a 5 kg bag of cat food, and 15 kg of kitty litter is the day the elevator chooses to be out of order
Fortunately we only live on the fifth floor
Also: so the moment after the last trip up, as I was putting everything down, wheezing like an asthmatic kitty, is the moment Sandra chooses to figure out how to remove one of the thingies that used to hold up the hallway mirror
Fortunately none of the pieces of mirror landed on Sandra when they crashed to the floor.