the last step to becoming a complete grandma.

Is buying a puzzle mat. I mean, how nanna-ish is that? Because as if it's not bad enough that at 26-years-old, I go to bed every night at 9pm, watch Heartbeat regularly and consider tea the perfect Friday night beverage, now I spend my spare time doing puzzles – on my very profesh puzzle mat, mind you. 

I thought it would be a nice, relaxing activity, but do you have any idea how incredibly frustrating it is, looking for the matching pieces? I felt hairs going grey trying to complete that 1000-piece puzzle. And the worst bit is, I spent hours on it over the weekend and I still only have the edges done (although, to be honest, the outside looks a bit wonky, so I'm not sure even that's right). One thousand is a lot of pieces, but I'm going to roll it up and persevere another day. Because I paid $29 for that mat and I'll be damned if I let this puzzle get the best of me.

It's very sad and I fear there may be no saving me from nannadom now. (I tried not to include in the picture that it's a puzzle of the royal family – I don't think that would help my case, at all.)

By the time you see me next week I could have a perm and blue rinse.