Our house currently looks like the self-serve area of an Ikea. There are flat-packed boxes all over the place. Like, three weekends in a row, we decided, "hey! let's get that new bookcase/extertaintment unit/five thousand little drawers we were talking about!" We do the fun part, go to Ikea and let Naomi destroy the merchandise, we pick out our new furnishings, and eat weird meatballs with macaroni and cheese while Naomi watches vintage Popeye. And then we go home and use our flat packed boxes as dirty clothes hangers.
Tonight, since Naomi miraculously went to bed before 10 PM, we decided to put the entertainment unit together, you know, the one that's been mouldering there collecting Stuff for three weeks.
We had to clear off the tops of the boxes, which had become a repository of Things Naomi's Not Allowed to Have.
Then we had to clean the room.
Then we can start where normal people would start: with dismantling the TV and its accesories.
Oh, but then we got the TV half way across the room before we realized we'd have to clean off the chair so we'd have some place to put the enormous thing. So back goes the TV.
Interlude: the flight we had because Josh took all the DVD cases out of the old TV cabinet and messed up their meticulous order (by genre). It never occurred to him that they might be meticulously organized. I wonder why?
The actual assembly went smoothly, except for the fact that by the time we got 2/3 of the way finished, it was nearly 1 AM. The drill* woke Naomi and it took over an hour to settle her back down. So after I came back down we were stuck with the manpowered piddly little allen wrenches that come with the furniture.
So we left it almost done, with the huge drawers and the top shelf still needing
to be taken out of the box some attention. The TV, cable, and DVD player are all functional, and that's the important part, right?
We'll finish it
next month tomorrow. I swear.
* We have an allen wrench-shaped drill attachment. I LOVE it.