In Which I Concede That Men Have Their Uses
I switched Caroline from her crib to a “big girl” bed today.
It was quite the project. I took her to daycare in the morning and then headed home to disassemble the crib. I got it all taken apart and threw the pieces in the dumpster (it had a drop-side so I didn’t want to give it away) before 9:30, and then headed to IKEA to buy her new bed. I was feeling pretty smug about having been so efficient with this carpentry stuff all by myself. I don’t need a man to help me, I thought. I got this, all on my own.
I picked out her bed and mattress and batted my eyelashes at some guy so that he’d load the big heavy boxes into my car. The bed was supposed to come in three boxes, and I could only find two, but there was no sticker that said that I needed to look for anything else, so I figured I was all set. I headed home, still smug. It was still before noon. I’ll totally finish this by myself before I have to pick Caro up from daycare, I thought.
I began unloading the boxes from my car and that’s where it all started to go downhill. One of them was way too long and heavy for me to lift so I staggered around while it slipped from my grasp, until the door to my apartment building that I was trying to hold open slammed shut on my foot and the box slowly tipped over until it smashed into… the fire alarm. And it went off, of course. I shut it off as quickly as I could and hightailed it into my apartment, dragging the box behind me. I guess a man would actually be very helpful to deal with all these boxes, I thought.
I ignored all the yelling outside my door, regained my composure, and started opening the boxes. I checked the instructions for how to put together the bed frame. I realized I was missing the bed base– the part that holds up the mattress. ”Included in the price but packaged separately”, it said. Come on, really? They’re selling beds without the part that holds up the mattress? What’s next, selling cars without tires? I knew I should have asked someone to make sure that the bed only came in two boxes. Apparently, I don’t need a man. I can refuse to ask for directions all on my own.
I drove back to IKEA, picked up the bed base, and went back to my apartment. I managed to put the bed frame together (not without plenty of struggling and cursing, I assure you) and got it set up with her mattress and new bedding, all before 4:00. I was back to feeling smug. I can do anything myself, I thought. I definitely don’t need anyone’s help.
Now, tonight, I sit here on my couch, waiting for my toddler to get out of her bed and come trotting out here for the 7,483rd time this evening. I’m looking longingly at my glass of wine, which is poured and untouched. Sure would be nice to have a partner around to put her back in bed over and over while I drink this, I think. Oh well. Maybe she’ll be better about it tomorrow.
(If anyone has any suggestions about how to keep a toddler in their bed, they would be much appreciated. Comments? Maybe I don’t need a partner… just my readers…)