Today was an extremely busy day. H got me up with the birds around 7:45am. Or, at least, that’s when this hearing-impaired Momma realized she heard the baby babbling to herself in her room. (Yes, my child doesn’t cry to alert us she’s awake…she talks…to God knows what. Seriously, she is so my Mini-Me.)
After some breakfast for H, some playmat time, and some Wiggles, H took a nap. During that time, I did the Mommy Mad Dash. You know the one. The “Oh CRAP the baby is SLEEPING! Quick….Run upstairs and get dressed…yes throw the contacts in…brush the teeth….do the deodorant (I hope, now that I think about it…I can’t remember) …..run back downstairs….throw the bottles into the dishwasher….start that running….wolf down some breakfast…” And add to this a phone call from work that required I remote in and do something quick… All during that 30min nap. Whew.
Post nap, I bundled H up, dropped her off at Grandma’s, and did the mad dash through the grocery store. I came home with $200+ worth of groceries….for New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. And a box of Cereal. So D and I will be eating Cheerios the rest of the week, I guess. Poor planning on my part.
D met me at home, since he only had to work the morning. We threw the groceries into the fridge, raced over the Mom’s to borrow her minivan…and off we sped to Ikea. Yes, Ikea. My most favoritest store in the Whole Wide World. Only, they won’t build one near me. I have to drive 2.5 hrs to the one in Pittsburgh. But we were GOING. Didn’t matter that we always seem to make the trip in the WINTER. We were GOING.
By the way…new GPS sometimes need their maps updated right away. A route had been renamed as an Interstate, making all the exit numbers wrong, leaving us to go “Um, I think this looks right” too many times.
Got to Ikea. Didn’t take-in the full experience, the leisurely wandering through the funky little rooms they have set up. We were on a MISSION. After 13 yrs, I awas getting a REAL dinette. Not the $150 farmer-type table/chairs I bought when I moved out on my own. (Which, by the way, was an excellent deal, and how many 20-somethings in their first apartments go right out and buy a dinette? That’d be ME.)
We spent ages in the dinette section, inspecting the table, sitting in chairs, debating the wisdom of buying cushioned chairs with removable covers, and choosing between covers that are washable but may not withstand cat claws versus covers that could handle the cats but were dry-clean only. Oh, and picking out the table/chairs wood color as well. Then we had to plan and plan in the kid section as we picked out toy storage for H’s room.
Got ourselves into the warehouse section…and darn it, 5 chairs in medium brown in stock, 1 more up on a pallet WAY up high…and no, they don’t bring the pallets down during business hours. We have to come back tomorrow. (sheeyeah, right!) And we have to go to a special warehouse to pick up the table. And H’s storage units are out of stock…but the bins for them are there. Oh…and the only chair covers they had in-stock of our 2 choices, was the washable ones. So that decision was made at least.
So we got the 5 brown chairs. Then we changed our minds. Then we got the 4 dark brown-black chairs and a bench…that also had to be picked up at the other location. Oi. We checked out…we loaded the car….we followed the vague directions given us by 3 different Ikea associates (you’d think they’d have printed maps…but NO.) We get our furniture. I’m all geeked out.
But remember what I said about the GPS? Yeah, she tried to send us to the gas station on a bridge that doesn’t exist anymore. And in our trying to find our way back, we ended up on a road that wasn’t a road anymore. Got out of that and the GPS eventually got us to the gas station a different way. Then we asked her to take us to Cracker Barrel…..using a freeway entrance ramp that doesn’t exist anymore! HELLO?!
Mind you….we got our gas…and our food…and made the 2.5 hr drive back home…and got the boxes unloaded…and the car returned…and picked up H….and it’s about Midnight, and I’m Exhausted.
But I feel so Grown Up.