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Today was an “Ikea day”. You know, the one where you stock the car, wear your most swedish clothes and drive through peak hour traffic on Parramatta Rd to Rhodes (because all rodes….ya gettit?) so you can walk in single file past all the uncomfortable sofas, get lost and then forget why you were there in the first place before buying some cable organiser, a cd rack and a washing up sponge?
Yeah, well, one of those days.
You see, being long term co-sleeping parents, it has come to our attention that our almost 5 year old would like to, ahem, move out. Probably timely, she has started sleep talking, sleep yelling and sleep squabbling with nobody in particular. That will narrow it down to Mr Sideways and Mr Base Jumper. Scraping the infant’s brains off the floor and plucking the toddler’s toes from inside my ears keeps me awake enough.
So we (I) have started working on plans to move her out. I’ve been sniffing round the Ikea website, “to save time”, and settled on some nicer end day beds, which ss it turns out, will be huge and expensive.
So I’m now looking at the low bunk which can be a low bunk, or flipped over to be a floor bed with a four-post kind of feel. She likes nooks, so this one tickles my fancy.
Anyways, today we went and looked at them. I made Nikki and her offspring come so I didn’t buy any fabric/kitchen cabinets/towels. After going past the uncomfortable sofas, getting lost, forgetting why we were there we then left with an ice cube tray (for Nikki) and some super cheap xmas cards for me.
So now, from the comfort of my puter and lounge, I’m doing the final research. Ikea’s website have an “Ask our online assistant Anna, and she will help you.” An animated chick doing better eyebrow manouvers than Brooke from B&theB, she is pictured wearing a call centre headset. WTF? Ok, so I type in a vague description of what I’m after, find it, and then decide to see what happens if I type random potential Ikea product names into the search field.
Hoodwunk.
“It’s not always possible for me to fully understand what it is you mean. This is one of those times.”
I’m still laughing.