Lessons in futility, personified...
Remember the show Bewitched? How she would crinkle her nose and presto it would be done?
That's what I need right now. Instead I have a missing computer, a desk that's too big to move, a need to buy a new desk to fit into the spot where the computer will go when it comes back home, and a living room piled up with dresser drawers full of clothes that need to be sorted for give-aways.
Plus I moved two dressers from room to room last night, leaving one of them in the hallway where Eva bashed into it with her face on the way to the bathroom during the night, so that she now has two big scratches on her cheek and she has to get school photos taken on Thursday. And then after lying awake for about an hour after the furniture-face altercation, I came to the realisation that although that big old desk will technically fit into the new office, there is no way in hell we are going to be able to get it into the room.
So I moved both dressers back to their original places, which confused the hell out of the cat, and no doubt pissed off Eva as all her face-bashing was therefore in vain, and measured out the new office space for a new piece of semi-disposable Swedish furniture.
Just back from IKEA where Eva and I got a new desk and two new office chairs - one for her room, one for the office. When we got all the boxes of JERKER bits and BONNY chairs and one SNILLE out to the parking lot, we realised we had no bloody idea how to fold down the back seats in the Pathfinder.
Eva: "This is so retarded!"
Me: "If worst comes to worst we are phoning your dad and getting him to bring the truck"
And then I got out the Pathfinder manual and read it out to Eva in the IKEA parking lot, and we figured it out! And we high-fived and pounded fists and strutted around the parking lot like a couple of bad-asses.
So now, we have six boxes of semi-disposable but rather sassy Scandinavian furniture on our living room floor, in addition to the dresser drawers full of charity clothes.
P.S. Our computer is away from home because I kept getting a weird error message when I was trying to install the wireless adapter, saying I had a USB incompatability and needed to install a service pack, but when I did I was told it was the wrong service pack, so I took the whole fucking thing into my neighbourhood computer shop, where they have had it for two days.
But that's a whole other story.
Time for a big-assed glass of wine, I think.