Ikea hell

So off we popped to Ikea to buy all my uni shit. I was very excited to go as I thought I loved Ikea. However going with the whole family maybe wasn't such a good idea. Mum and dad don't work so well together in this situation and the arguing started about 5 minutes into the epic buying mission. Then it turned out my sister needed stuff for her room and I got worried that she had taken over my trip to Ikea as people seemed more interested in getting stuff for her, I thought it was meant to be alll aboutt meee. As you can tell my childish temper tantrum side came out slightly.

Then we had to go through all the show rooms first and I was getting worried, where's the bit where I can actually get my stuff and put it in the trolley? Then it was ok we got to the 'market place' where I could eventually start choosing things. However it got slightly overwhelming as there was just too much stuff I need and so much choice. I felt like I was going to have a mental break down in the middle of Ikea when we were chosing cutlery and dad was testing each different type of cutlery for it's bendyness as he couldn't bare to think of me in my halls eating my dinner with a fork that was going to bend.

Anyway we got to the warehouse type bit where you pick up larger bits of furniture and you pay and the end was insight. We picked up this mirror which mum had chosen and took everything to pay. Then dad told mum she couldn't have her mirror as it wouldn't fit in the car, mum was not amused.

We put all the stuff in the car then had to drive to this over warehouse bit to pick up a desk for my sister. By now it was pouring it down and dad came out with this flat pack desk and it was huge. So it was another big task to get it to go into the car. I helped in the pouring rain and by the time I got back in the car I was soaked, miserable and definitely ready for home.