Bill is a very patient man, it is one of the things that first really attracted me to him. I thought, man, this boy can handle me and he could probably handle kids, too.
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About shopping with Lauca for some bedroom furniture in IKEA.
Me: You two were gone a while.
Bill: We would have been a lot faster if Lauca hadn’t discovered the free pencils everywhere and hadn’t then decided that she needed to stop to draw ‘still life’ constantly while also being super paranoid about getting abandoned by me, so it was ‘draw, glance around nervously, draw, glance around nervously, draw’ etc etc all the way around the fucking maze that is IKEA.
About assembling IKEA furniture with your 6 and 2 year old children in the room.
Me: How’s it going?
Bill: I’m getting so much help up there in that room that I could punch someone.
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haha – thats hilarious!
Agreed – Ikea furniture assembly and children don’t mix!
That cracked me up. I absolutely love Ikea and I swear the unhusband experiences physical pain whenever I go because it means assembling something and inevitably it turns into a disaster.
Hah, back when I was pregnant we bought a bunch of pieces of Ikea furniture and my husband’s cousin came over to help him assemble it. I’m much handier than my husband and better at reading assembly instructions, but being pregnant I was also lazy and not interested in participating in the process and of course my husband was all “You’re pregnant, just relax and let us do it.” But the bed frame we bought was too much for them to handle and we ended up having to take apart the thing and put it back together, with me directing. I directed the rest of the furniture assembly after that.
Oh, Ikea. We’re inevitably lured to the Swedish meatballs, and get lost in the children’s section for quite a while, and the section with the mirrors and lights and household plants? The kids never seem to want to leave until they’ve defoliated most of the foliage.
Laughing with you about assembling Ikea things, too. Those little wrenches they supply are designed to frustrate and annoy even the savviest putter-together-er.
My father has been assembling some IKEA furniture in my garage while my 2 year old throws things at him out of a small hole in the screen door. Also while yelling “Granpa, what you doing?” repeatedly.
My God, we love Ikea here. The meatballs! The way the furniture is designed! The use of appropriately managed plantation timbers!
Such yuppies.
We fight over who gets to assemble things when we get home. Sometimes the fights are quite serious.
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I always find blog posts and articles about the difficulties of breastfeeding so upsetting. I had real difficulty with breastfeeding at the beginning – reoccuring mastitis, which the doctors kept prescribing antibiotics for. I finally went to the breastfeeding clinic here at the local hospital and they fixed it in one session – these amazing women just taught me how to latch my daughter on properly. It would be that much easier for new mothers if we had that sor of support from the beginning. But when you are that exhausted and feeling so lousy getting on the bus to the clinic (even if you have one) can just seem like too much.
Oops, meant to post this in your later post. Not sure what went wrong there.
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