I have made my bed. I have yet to lie in it.
This weekend I made my first and last IKEA purchase. On Saturday we picked up some pieces of furniture. When we got it home, we started to put one together, a bed, and it was clear that one piece was drilled wrong. And the options for replacing it were more inconvenient than literally fixing it ourselves. I mean drill bits. I mean saw dust.
So it took two days and another 100+ dollars. To build a bed.
Nothing that was supposed to get done for the move this weekend got done except that.
I don’t eat over being frustrated. I don’t eat over my plans going awry. I don’t eat over broken furniture.
And I have a modicum of control over my nervous system because of it. I was not that stressed. I am not saying I was happy, but we could laugh. We could do one thing at a time and problem solve. (It doesn’t hurt that my husband is a construction worker and I am a crafter. We are used to that kind of thinking.)
And I prefer to trust that we were exactly where we were supposed to be. But also, we will never forgive this bed or IKEA. Sweden as a whole I withhold judgment on for the time being.
I have made my bed. I have yet to lie in it.
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