May 2nd, 2008
Had I not poured my own cereal this morning, I may have questioned: Who pissed in my cornflakes? I’ve been totally bitchy today with no one around to take it out on. No. fun.
I’ve hit a wall with my organizing/preparing/cleaning: meaning I’ve done none of it over the past three days with only 19 days remaining (maybe) until The Baby’s anticipated arrival.
We’ve been on this stupid hamster wheel for weeks now. The one where I tell Mike that we’re running out of time and we NEED to get stuff done. I’m really not helping the situation by being so indecisive about every little detail.
I ended up having to guilt Mike into a trip to IKEA last night to exchange a dresser that I’d fallen completely out of love with. That man has utter disdain for that store. His eyes glaze over and fade to a deep red as horns begin to sprout from his forehead. HATE. It’s not my ideal shopping experience either, but when we’re on a budget and there’s somewhat decent dressers within our price range, it’s kind of a must. Mike’s simple fix - don’t buy a dresser: he obviously hasn’t figured out that it doesn’t work that way.
Had I not been 9 months pregnant - and suffer from sharp pain in my lady parts with every step I take - I may have done it myself, I’m really not that heartless. Plus, it makes my life easier - and less embarrassing.
The first trip that resulted in the now vetoed dresser purchase resulted in him YELLING at me IN FRONT of store staff as I wrote down the code of some storage baskets I liked: which cost 24.99 a piece. A little too rich for Mike’s blood let’s say.
[A little history: I tend to have a lot of baskets. Most women collect purses/ handbags or whatnot, I have baskets around the house. Mike thinks I have too many which results in a fight each and every time I look at a new one.]
He insists over and over that I do not need another basket. I insist over and over that: Yes. Yes. I need another basket.
[To be fair, I was also looking a square shelving unit that would hold some of these said baskets to go in the living room to contain the items continuously spewing out of the overflowing toy box. It looks like a toy store barfed all over my living room. But, they're gorgeous, right?]
The man LOST HIS MARBLES. He looked at the little sheet thingy that they provide and stared at me seething. Through gritted teeth he stated: “There’s NO FUCKING WAY you’re buying eight baskets that are fucking 25 bucks each!”
[Granted, he had a point why with us being on a budget and all.]
But see, he pulls these little fits and tries to make my life hell thinking that he’s going to get to go home faster.
I’m on to him. I know his game.
I call his bluff.
I just looked at him and smiled as his brain leaked out his ears.
The two teenagers that were trying to locate the dresser for us occupied themselves by staring off at the computer keyboard and the other picking at his hang nail.
AAWWWWKKKWAAARRDD!
All I could do was laugh. I couldn’t help it. It just came out; there was no holding it back. I stared right back at him laughing my ass off simply because I knew the bullshit that he was trying to pull. I was almost on the verge of tears when Mike finally turned back to the two teenagers and nonchalantly said “So how about that dresser.”
Laughing even harder, the tears began to stream down my face as Mike tried to conceal the smile. He knew he was defeated and carried on as though nothing happened.
I had won. For now.
Last night I was expecting a similar outcome as the previous trip. I was prepared for whatever verbal beating I was to take in order to get this new dresser. But, he was surprisingly pleasant, even when I suggested that since we were there we might as well eat dinner there too.
The fries and gravy may have turned my husband into a fan of “That Blue and Yellow Swedish Store”, even if it was only for a mere 20 minutes.
And I got my dresser.
I am victorious!
Wait, what? Ikea has baskets for $25 a piece? Holy crap that’s a lot of money. I am a huge fan of Ikea, but not those prices. What happened to them? Are they going all pricey on us?
PS. I like storage thingamabobbies too. Whether it’s baskets or bins, I have a tiny apartment and I lurve me some storage.
May 2nd, 2008 at 4:17 pm
I love baskets. I have been searching for some cute wicker baskets that are big enough to hold our school books, but not HUGE and that are just deep enough. I CAN’T FIND THEM AND THAT MAKES ME ANGRY. I just had to share that for some reason.
Also? I love IKEA. Why can’t there be one by me? WHY?
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May 2nd, 2008 at 4:17 pm
I really, really, really wish St. Louis would get an Ikea. I visited one during a trip to Seattle and LOVED THE PLACE!
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May 2nd, 2008 at 4:45 pm
I have a big problem when it comes to storage things. Baskets, bins, anything that I can cram things in.
Glad you won!
Point for the new mommy to be. Point for the new daddy to be for letting you have this one without the scene. (I have a husband like that too.)
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May 2nd, 2008 at 6:58 pm
Are you stalking me? I was there yesterday too. And we have that storage unit. And we eat at the cafeteria.
I have to admit that that store has caused many fights between us.
But, the playroom. LOVE!
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May 2nd, 2008 at 7:27 pm
Piglet’s loft bed came from IKEA. Sadly, I’ve never been in one of their stores, only online. Good deal, calling his bluff. I wonder if, since he knows you’re onto him, he’ll try it anymore?
May 2nd, 2008 at 11:31 pm
so do you want me to make you a blanket?
oh wait, that wasn’t the point
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May 3rd, 2008 at 1:01 am
You are so much braver than I am LOL
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May 3rd, 2008 at 10:57 am
Snorting!
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May 3rd, 2008 at 11:18 am
Your husband sounds like mine. Whenever we go somewhere like that all he can think about is getting out and he becomes a giant hemorrhoid. He also hates IKEA. He is a snob when it comes to furniture and house stuff and always the most expensive (which he often mistakes for the best), and if we can’t get that (which we never, ever can), then he wants nothing. And like yours, he doesn’t undertsand that that DOES NOT WORK. I usually wait until he’s away at camp with our son and then buy stuff.
I love that storage unit with the baskets. I look at it all the time and think that eventually I’ll buy it. When he’s not with me, of course.
Also - those pregnant lady part pain? OMG I had them and they were awful.
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May 3rd, 2008 at 11:23 am
You get to have fries and gravy at your IKEA? MAN! All we get is those meatballs.
Phooey.
I want to be Canadian.
(Congrats on your victory BTW.)
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May 4th, 2008 at 12:18 pm
I love baskets and heavily collect them. After all, I need some place to store all of the other things I collect. My husband pulls fits in stores and restaurant to try to get home faster too. Once, in order to try to leave a store, he started shouting that his ‘nuts were itching, lots’. Yeah…
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May 5th, 2008 at 12:51 pm
I wish I could have had a ticket to see that show…too funny. I’m on team Sam!
May 5th, 2008 at 11:16 pm