That iconic evening
Mar. 20th, 2012 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sereneMe, to James: I'm having that cliche feeling of "oh, no, my baby's gone," even though I have been excited about this day for so long.
Him: Well, you can do both. Maybe you could call her when you get home and make sure she's okay, kinda "tuck her in."
Me: Maybe I'll text her.
Him: Ooh, look out. We got a badass here.
Me: *laughing* You do know I'm blogging this entire conversation, right?
Him: I rest my case.
Anyway, we took the kid to Ikea. Dropped a bundle on bed/mattress/boxspring, desk, desk chair, lamp, pillow, and sheet set. Then we spent something like four hours assembling the furniture. James did most of the work, and almost all the thinking. He really understands how things are put together, and I struggle to do so, but the cool thing is that we don't let it get to us when we hit a snag. At one point, we realized we had done a step wrong, about five big steps back in the process, and had to disassemble to that point and do it over again. We were slightly bummed, but we just said "oh, well" and went about fixing it. With other partners, that's been relationship-level drama. With James, it's just a minor glitch. I am very lucky.
But back to the kid: For those of you who asked what she needs, she has a queen-sized bed -- if you have extra sheets, duvets/covers, etc., that would be keen. She also needs one of those plastic mats you put under your desk chair so it doesn't mess up the wood floor, so if you have an extra, please let me know. I'm not sure she's going to have a housewarming party, but I bet she'd be up for having visitors. Let me know if you need her address, or if you want to make arrangements to go over there with me and see the cute new place.
Edited to add: Oh, and the kid took us out to dinner to thank us. She's like a grown-up or something.
Him: Well, you can do both. Maybe you could call her when you get home and make sure she's okay, kinda "tuck her in."
Me: Maybe I'll text her.
Him: Ooh, look out. We got a badass here.
Me: *laughing* You do know I'm blogging this entire conversation, right?
Him: I rest my case.
Anyway, we took the kid to Ikea. Dropped a bundle on bed/mattress/boxspring, desk, desk chair, lamp, pillow, and sheet set. Then we spent something like four hours assembling the furniture. James did most of the work, and almost all the thinking. He really understands how things are put together, and I struggle to do so, but the cool thing is that we don't let it get to us when we hit a snag. At one point, we realized we had done a step wrong, about five big steps back in the process, and had to disassemble to that point and do it over again. We were slightly bummed, but we just said "oh, well" and went about fixing it. With other partners, that's been relationship-level drama. With James, it's just a minor glitch. I am very lucky.
But back to the kid: For those of you who asked what she needs, she has a queen-sized bed -- if you have extra sheets, duvets/covers, etc., that would be keen. She also needs one of those plastic mats you put under your desk chair so it doesn't mess up the wood floor, so if you have an extra, please let me know. I'm not sure she's going to have a housewarming party, but I bet she'd be up for having visitors. Let me know if you need her address, or if you want to make arrangements to go over there with me and see the cute new place.
Edited to add: Oh, and the kid took us out to dinner to thank us. She's like a grown-up or something.
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