I was standing in the kitchen, starting dinner when I heard it.
“So, do you want to go to Ikea on Saturday?“
And before I could even turn around and express my glee, Husband was slapping his forehead, saying, “Dear god, what have I done?“
“You already said it! You can’t take it back!” I wanted to yell. What I actually said, trying to play it cool, was, “Sure. I mean, do you want to go?“
As he begrudgingly nodded (because he understands the no takebacks rule), I immediately started envisioning our cart. And after supper, I began to Pin my little heart out, noting all the delightful things that Ikea has to offer to make an apartment a home.
(Which, consequently, does not have the same ring as “to make a house a home,” but you get the idea.)
This time around, though, I’ve been notified of some new ground rules.
Because, while I would love nothing more than to buy all our [totally necessary] new furniture in one swell foop, apparently we have to think about things like “our budget” and “not overpacking the car.”
Where’s the fun in that? Lord knows I love a good challenge.
But they say that marriage is all about compromise.
So perhaps this trip we’ll stick to one piece of furniture (plus, you know, all the little things that the ground rules are fuzzy on), and I’ll content myself with not having to hang on to our purchases, lest they fly out the window.
That, and the prospect of another Ikea trip in the near future.
Husband is really just prolonging the inevitable.
