Make fun of IKEA all you want. Sure, some of the furniture is bizarre. And the names? Even worse. Everytime you buy a chair you wonder if it really means hemorrhoid in some little known language.
But it's one of my happy places. Robert could eat forever on the meatballs (I think he ate 15 at last count.) And all that funky furniture? The kids think it's a giant playground. Ice cream cones are $1. They have a supervised FREE indoor playground. What more could you really want?
I'll tell you.
Here's the story. Load up kids, snacks, sippy cups, extra clothes just in case. Drive. Unload kids (this is at least a 36 step process since both kids have buckles that require 12 snaps each, thank you 5 point harness.) Get into store.
Stop at family restroom. Robert, do you have to potty? No mommy. Okay
Start our happy little adventure through IKEA. Get to far corner of store (I don't know, what is that like 6 miles?!) A little voice says, "Mommy I have to pee!)
Truck both kids back to front of store. Successful potty trip. Even managed to keep Zoe from playing in the toilet water.
Go back through store.
Little voice says, "Mommy, I have to let a big giant poop!) Now the thought of cleaning out undies in the store is enough to make me load up both kids and jog through the store. Robert is of course in no hurry, but from what I can tell, he's got the easy end of the deal.
So before the trip was done, we had no less than 5 trips to the bathroom.
At least that makes up for the ice cream I devoured at the end. But next time, I'm wearing hiking shoes.
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