No, really. This isn’t like when the baby forgot to do the dishes, or when the baby left the heat on. This one is really, truly the baby’s doing.
My desk is an L shaped desk, set into a corner, facing outwards. To exit, I slide between my filing cabinet with my printer (“Boris”) on top, and a bin full of catalogs that no one seems to want that are waiting for the recycling. A bit of a squeeze, I have to twist my hips to do it, but it’s no trouble. All smooth sailing.
But now I have a baby bump. And a broken printer, because my tiny little pouch took the last little bit of space and bumped the printer straight down onto the floor, and into six pieces.
But hey, s/he is just a baby. Can’t be mad, right?