We had a great trip to Atlanta this past weekend.
I thought I’d share some of the shots I took while driving. Well, I wasn’t driving.
It helps pass the time.
They have absolutely nothing to do with the story I’m going to tell you.
Just so you know.
Our main goal was to get #2 son a bed for his apartment. Something I didn’t think would be such a problem. But nothing is easy for us. Oh no.
We get to the land of the Swedes and enjoy a nice lunch of meatballs and crepes.
Let me just say this here and now.
Never, NEVER go to Ikea on a weekend. And especially right before college is starting.
As my son so eloquently put it:
It’s like the 3rd level of hell.
After we were all herded through the showroom, mooing along the way, we made our frame and mattress selection and squeezed our way downstairs to the market place.
(Why do people insist on going against the flow?)
We picked up a few nonessentials. Does my college age son need a wine rack?
No. But I’m so frazzled I buy it anyway.
Then it’s time to locate the bed, load up and then proceed to spend hours putting it together.
We find the frame, the platform and then the mattress.
Where is the mattress? The big empty palette is not a good sign.
I check with the man.
Nothing until maybe Tuesday or Thursday he says. Maybe.
So we decide to just pick up a mattress elsewhere. Yes. That’s a good idea.
So we unload the loot at the apartment.
Which by the way, is quite the hike from the parking garage to his door.
Then the bed is put together. The boys handle this since we did not have a power drill.
It went together surprisingly well. That should have been a clue.
We will shop the next day for the mattress.
(sharing this shot with The Kat Eye View: frame within a frame)
After a few issues we locate a full mattress to go into the full frame. We hurry to pick it up.
What? There are no more in stock? The truck is late they say, should be here any minute.
We do a little browsing at the antique mall next door while we wait.
Go back. No truck. Not until tomorrow they say.
Off we go to find another mattress.
Finally, someone has a full size in stock. Hubby wheels and deals and gets a lower price. Yay!
We squeeze it in to my Trailblazer. We had measured and it should fit. Whew, it’s in.
Off we go to deliver it to the apartment. The boys are putting it in the bedroom while I’m removing sticky stuff from the thrift store lamp I found.
Then I hear… what the hell?
That can’t be good.
It is not fitting in the frame. What the…..enter whatever swear word you’d like.
There were many.
Is a full size bed different in Scandinavia? The sizes must be off.
They must make the beds so you have to buy their mattresses from Ikea. Ugh!
It fits perfectly on the outside of the frame but not down on the base.
The engineer-to-be devises a plan.
No one wanted to take the frame apart and return it to Ikea.
So we head to Home Depot, in the middle of Atlanta, so they can build up the platform.
Some plywood and 2x4’s, a few nails and we’re good to go. College is paying off. It worked.
After some dinner we head to the hotel.
It's late, we’re tired. The phone rings. I hate when the phone ring late at night.
Son #2 is calling. What now?
I know why the mattress wouldn’t fit, he says.
He must have been struggling to put the sheets on and then looked at the tag.
It was a queen!
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