All The Tiny Pieces (transitions are hard, you guys)
It always ends well. That’s what matters. That’s what keeps me going back. But OMG all the tiny pieces. IKEA, I can’t quit you, but at step one of 10 pages of instructions, I’d really rather run away. Or pay more for things I need. But really, I don’t want to pay more and I’ll like it once I’m done, BUT OMG ALL THE TINY PIECES WHY.
My eventually-to-be-ex-wife is packing up to move out at the end of the month, so as we go through 11 years of shared items and what do you want, what do I want, you take this, I’ll take that, there are lots of gaps around here. To start, I needed a new dining table and chairs. And since the eventually-to-be-ex is also the one who is taking all the tools (they’re hers), building all the tiny pieces into bigger pieces meant that oh! I probably need a screwdriver! And a hammer!
Transitions are hard.
But now we have a table. And we love it. And she only smashed her head on it once today. So everything will be just fine.