June 20th, 2010
Being a Dad is a wonderful blessing, and I would not trade it for anything. But as I prepare for Porthos to enter our lives I find myself asking will we have anymore children after this? As of this weekend I am going to have to say, No. Why? Because Baby Furniture is a pain.
I spent the afternoon Friday putting together Porthos’ crib, which has a changing table/hamper/dresser-ish thing attached to it. Needless to say it was a high blood-pressure couple of hours. I lost a bolt, only to find out after I was done that I used it in the wrong place. The hamper was not prepared properly by the ‘preparing people. After that revelation I decided we don’t need to use that hamper. Eventually I got it all done, but it was a challenge.
Then the dresser ‘incident’ occurred. I love my wife more than I can say, but she is one of the most indecisive people I have ever met in my life. For Porthos’ dresser Kate came up with the idea to use a storage unit similar to a bookshelf with the clothes being held in cloth boxes (don’t worry, there will be a picture of the finished product). So, yesterday we drive to the nearest Ikea (which took twice as long due to road work) and bought said storage unit. It weighed easily 150 pounds, but I lugged it out of the car and up into the living room.
This morning I was informed by said wife that she does not like that one and would like to return it and get an extremely similar item from target. Lugged the thing back into the car (by myself since my pregnant wife is unable to lift anything), returned it, lugged the new one to the car, then into the house. This evening I put the thing together, which was pretty easy actually.
So, maybe no more kids. I hate shopping especially at Ikea (love their furniture, hate the store). Putting things together is never ever ever as easy as the directions say. And then there is the wife who changes her mind every few minutes. Anymore kids? Our plan has always been three, but we’ll see.