When you first go into a relationship you need to hit all those major milestones. First kiss, first I love you. The next big step is moving in together and with that comes the first challenge. Yep! The dreaded building of Ikea furniture. You fight, throw things and at the end feel all excited that you accomplished it together. As the relationship moves forward tasks get more divided. For instance, in our house there were certain jobs I decided I couldn’t do. Change a light bulb; cook a BBQ, mow the lawn, put together furniture and toys. The ‘man’ jobs as my dad would say.
After 9 years I became pretty good at relying on someone else to do those man jobs. Then all of a sudden in the blink of an eye he’s gone and I’m left here wondering who the hell will change the down light in the toilet that’s been blown for a month now. After a recent flood in our master bedroom and losing our stuff, we were sleeping on just a mattress on the floor. After months I thought it was time to buy a new bed and Incy Interiors were having a sale. I got an absolute bargain. It arrived and I was excited. I opened the door to see two very long, very huge boxes left there. This left me with a few challenges; the first, how do I get these boxes inside and the second, how on earth do I put this together alone.
For those that don’t know me, we don’t have family in Sydney. My mum and dad are in Canberra and his parents are from Young in country NSW. Although I have amazing friends with amazing husbands, who would have gladly come to help, I’m a here and now kind of girl and it was here so the time was now to put it together. I opened the boxes out the front and carried each pole and slat into the bedroom. Wait, did I mention this bed I bought was a four poster king sized bed. Yep, that’s 12 side poles and 16 small bottoms slats, a million screws and 2 different sized Allen keys. I moved my mattress up against the wall and started building. I used a ladder to support the sides that I couldn’t hold and managed to get something that resembled a frame to stand up. I very cleverly attached the Allen key into my drill head and used that to tighten all the bolts. Super clever thinking I thought? I had one small hiccup when trying to stand the bed frame upright and realised my ceiling fan was in the way. I had to undo 2 posts to turn it but I managed. All up it only took me 3 hours to figure out the instructions and put it together (not bad).
As I dragged my very heavy king mattress onto the frame and made the bed with my fresh new sheets, I stood back and I felt proud. Yes, I could have saved a lot of time and hired someone to do it but where’s the satisfaction in that? That night the girls and I got into that bed with pure joy at what I had achieved on my own. I felt a little worried it may collapse on the girls, so not much sleep was had that night. But we were ok and it’s still standing. In fact I LOVE it. It’s mine, I made it and it represented a new part of me. A strong me who can do all the ‘man’ jobs, without the man.
The toilet light on the other hand is still blown and no matter how many YouTube clips I watch it’s not happening.