Last Friday was scheduled to be "Put Mama Pea's New Desk Together." Late in the afternoon (where the heck did the day go?) hubby started to take it out of the packing boxes in the garage.
Our daughter (aka Chicken Mama) was scheduled to stop in for a simple sandwich supper along with a family friend who, I have a feeling, was looking forward to a garage night and some cold beer with my husband.
Somehow, someway J got roped into helping hubby put my desk together. The main assembly needed to be done in place in the bedroom (where my new desk is currently residing) because it's very heavy and would have been awkward to move in through several doors from the garage.
A rather frustrating snag encountered was that there were two instruction booklets that we initially assumed were duplicates. Not so. Almost, but not quite. They differed from each other in several diagrams and written pieces of instruction. But which one was the "correct" one to follow? Ah yes, it made for an interesting evening . . . and a continuing supply of cold beers. And interesting discussions (ahem) and eventual agreement as to just how certain steps were to be done.
But persevere they did aided by suggestions, comments, and encouragement (all very helpful, of course) from me and Chicken Mama.
Unfortunately, our dear daughter was not feeling well at all. (This had come on BEFORE she ate my supper, I want to state.) So we ensconced her on one side of the bed, desk parts and pieces on the other, where she could supervise. She's pictured above with heating pad on her middle, banana in her hand since she hadn't had much of anything to eat all day, and banana sticker in the middle of her forehead.
I'm happy to report that by the end of the evening my desk was totally assembled, hubby was thrilled to have it done, and daughter was starting to feel better. Poor J said his good-byes and left for home a bit earlier than he usually would have on a normal garage night. I think we might have done wore the boy out.
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