School started a week ago today and I decided on Friday afternoon that I needed a desk. I really needed a desk. And I needed it that night. I convinced Bart to come to IKEA with me and we found the perfect desk. Except, when we got to the part where you actually pick up your flat boxes, well, the one I wanted (and could afford) was sold out. We spent nearly another hour there, with me scrabbling parts form the “As Is” section together and Bart trying to convince me that, no, this desk top balanced on a set of scarred drawers wasn’t going to be what I wanted.
We went home empty handed and I cried myself to sleep (yes, I recognize how utterly pathetic I am, and I have no excuse).
The next day I went back to IKEA (because I’m a glutton for punishment, I assume) and lo and behold, the desks were back in stock. But then, when I pulled one off the stack, I realized how HUGE they were. And I remembered, dimly, that our office was not exactly huge. But the smaller one in the color I wanted was not in stock. But it was in white. Finally, after dithering around for far too long, I finally decided on the smaller white one.
I brought it home, assembled it my very own self (and gave myself three blisters with the screwdriver, because I’m not a real woman) and we all lived in non-sobbing peace for the rest of the weekend.
And um, that giant stack of books on my desk is because my water bottle leaked all over one of my library books and I’m pressing it flat. Also, those are books I needed to remember to take back to school today.