Once More Into the Breach

People, you will not believe where I went today. I, relatively recently brain-injured, apparently lost what was left of my senses and went with my mom to Ikea. Now, if that won't make you lose the rest of your wits, I don't know what will. Holy crap, that store is like Swedish modern Hell. If you've been there, then you know what I'm talking about. Flourescent lighting bugs me, so I wore my super cool, fashion forward sunglasses throughout the store (thank you Amy and Tom Ford!) and honestly didn't stand out much from the other crazed people in there. You can't get out without either going through the entire maze or reading the map (those of you who know either my mom or me are dying laughing now) and you honestly feel like you're going to be spending the night there before you find the exit. It is nuts. The whole blessed Ikea experience (which was a hunt for new bedroom furniture - apparently one nests when one is recovering from a life-threatening injury) was topped off by us leaving the store with forty-seven little boxes o' furniture and suddenly realizing that we couldn't get the seats in Tim's car down. The Ikea dude was super patient and helped us, so we did end up making it home without looking like the ads of the Fiat 500 with all the Ikea boxes tied to the top with string. And now we are facing the ultimate test of our marriage - which is not, as you might expect, trying to juggle childcare and household management when one of you isn't fully functional. No, no, it's Tim displaying the ultimate in love for his wife by assembling the forty-seven boxes of little furniture. If we're still married tomorrow, my guess is we're going to make it.