After my recent trip to San Francisco, the children have been asking to go to Ikea. I know, tie the two thoughts together for you. On the way to PDX (Portland International Airport) is a HUGE IKEA. It's right there - HUGE blue logo on the freeway as we exit.
The children love to eat there. It's easy food and we don't mind because it's cheap and we can pick up stuff we don't need. We didn't make it the day I arrived home because my flight was delayed just long enough for the three of them to lose it at the end. No way we were venturing to Ikea.
We opted for Sunday. Bad idea. It's just too popular on Sundays. We didn't know this but the employees seemed surprised we didn't know as we commented. We ate first - right after arriving. That was smart.
Then we shopped. I should say my husband shopped, I was on nag patrol. "No, get out of the racks...
Don't climb the displays....
That's glass -- give it to mom-myyyy - come on, now....
No, you can't have that...
Quit asking....
It's OK you think that's ugly...
No, you and your brother are not going to share a room just so you can buy cool bunk beds."
You get the idea. I was exhausted and by the time we made it to the check-out our daughter was humphing around and I was on record as the meanest mom on the planet. Dad was the hero. Fine by me - then they'll talk to him and drown him in questions, fights and comments.
Next time, I told them I'm NOT going. They can go with their dad or we'll get a sitter and they can't go. Our daughter said that was just mean. Yes it was. I was having my own brat fit, SO THERE! HUMPH!
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