And now you're expecting me to announce our impending divorce, I'm sure.
Nope! We actually don't fight at IKEA anymore, because we've been married a Very Long Time, and we've learned the trick to making it a Happily Ever After experience: I must not insist on buying any more that 15 items that were not on the list, and he needs to remember that it could be worse; I could be one of those broads who's into designer purses or something. A $4 plastic tray with birds on it is really not that bad.
Also, we like to count the number of couples we see fighting in there, and if we fought, that would be cheating.
We started collecting records this past winter, and our collection was getting out of control, so we went online and picked out a shelf system. We drove down to IKEA on a Saturday and went straight to the shelf department. We even took shortcuts. No need to browse!
We saw the bookcase thingy we spotted online. But then... There was another one right next to it that was a whole shelf taller, but priced $20 less than ours. Let's get that one, instead! We located some bins that fit on the shelves, grabbed two cushions, a glass bottle, and a garlic press (yes, I already had a garlic press, but I hate it and I needed a new one) and headed for the checkout.
|The boy "held" the box so it wouldn't fall on his father. For over an hour.|
When we got home, I set to work assembling our new conquest. I was on the last step when I realized that, although this one was taller than the one we'd originally picked out, it was a lot shallower. As in, the records would not fit inside it. Not even one.
The next day, we drove back to IKEA. I carried a record in my purse. Screw tape measures; I was trying the damn thing on this time! We ended up getting the same bookcase we'd originally chosen online.
The moral of this story is that you shouldn't second-guess yourself. And in case you need anymore IKEA-related advice, I have a whole step-by-step guide over on NickMom today, loosely based on this very story. Enjoy!
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