Usually it’s me who gets the harebrained ideas that send us off on adventure. So when Andrew does it, I have to make sure everyone knows.
Up until recently, this was the state of affairs in my school room.
In order to put it together, I needed some items from Ikea. We were getting school done in spite of things so I was waiting patiently until the day when we could drag the kids two and a half hours away for an excursion.
Admittedly, it isn’t like me to be so content with a room left in squalor but, honestly, there were a million other demands on our time and I was realistic about our schedule.
So when Andrew mentioned, “Hey, it’s date night tomorrow. Want to get the babysitter to come an hour early and we go to Ikea? Alone?”
I blinked a few times and quickly said, “Yes.”
Because… duh. Five hours of car time with my man PLUS a kid-free trip to Ikea?
Inevitably, we left later than we wanted to but I was calm because, well, Car Time. With Andrew. It makes me zen.
We’d been on the road for about twenty minutes when my zen hit the panic button. “The time change! We didn’t factor in the time change!”
Andrew replied matter-of-factly, “No big deal. They close at like, ten, or eleven, right?”
I did some quick research on my phone. “Nope. Nine.”
This changed everything. At our current leisurely pace and with a stop for food, we would barely have twenty minutes in the store.
We revised our plan. First, we needed to gas up the van. I ran inside and foraged for a healthy dinner.
That’s some kind of three course meal, huh?
Then Andrew did his best Keanu Reeves in “Speed” impression (which was actually better than Keanu Reeves did it because, seriously, does he actually emote?) and we squealed into the parking lot with exactly ONE hour to spend in Ikea.
Those of you who have been, you know what kind of insanity getting in and out of Ikea in an hour is. That store is 80 miles long.
We literally sprinted from the van to the door (and like a wimp, I was sore the next day because I opted for fashion over function and wore my cute date night boots.)
We had a list and a plan. And we made it to the checkout line in 45 minutes with two carts full.
That’s some crazy teamwork. And an embarrassing amount of knowledge about the layout of Ikea and the contents therein.
Feeling young and stupid again (because being old and stupid is incomprehensible), we grabbed a cinnamon roll for the road and headed back home, laughing and proud of ourselves (and a little sick to our stomachs after all that junk food.)
A few days later, my school room now looks like this:
But only occasionally. Usually it looks more like this:
Which is exactly how I hoped it would be…