Those who know me best have come to realize I MAY or may not have a bit of the disorder in my psyche. What I've realized this week in the country is that the trait is inherited and I received it from my parents, both parents.
Sunday we ran to Denver to our favorite buy it cheap, then spend hours putting it together store, IKEA. We bought bookshelves for the basement. If you ever purchased anything beyond a mixing bowl from this retailer you know what I mean. Everything gets picked out in a showroom, loaded in a warehouse and then hauled to your vehicle in heavy large cardboard boxes. Jon absolutely hates the IKEA setup and even worse, despises the hours required to put even small items together.
Nonetheless he found himself Sunday a witness to the insanity and he reluctantly became part of the process without even trying. Now one of the bookshelves we purchased came in several dozen pieces with several dozen packages of hardware in various sizes. Here's how we roll.....
We dumped it all out on the family room floor, of course misplacing pieces as we went. I scratched the newly painted wall with a sharp shelf edge so had to retire to attend to touchup duties. We got distracted by an HBO movie leaving pieces all over the floor. We had to change a lightbulb in order to read the picture only instructions. We put a piece on backwards and had to start all over again (It's not the destination, it's the journey, right)
Of course since I also believe I have a case of undiagnosed adult onset ADHD I was pleading with Jon to do something else half way through the project but after a few hours the bookshelf came together and we could relax. Why am I telling you this story?
The very next morning I open the door to my parents place and there is my Dad putting together an IKEA project for Ashley. A chest of drawers is no easy feat in the world of put it together Ikeaness. Just like our furniture, deceptively little cardboard box, dozens of pieces, no written instructions only pictures. Here's how my parents roll....
All of the pieces of wood were strategically stacked in similar and easily accessible pieces according to size, smallest to the right. All of the hardware was displayed on the granite counter top, in little porcelain bowls again according to size. I didn't even notice the best part about the project for a few minutes but at second glance I noticed a linen or lace tablecloth displayed neatly beneath the entire do-it-yourself project. I'm not quite sure but my father probably had on a construction apron and safety goggles.
Although I didn't see my mother she was probably on her way to the grocery store to buy ingredients for Builder Gary's lunch....something like balsamic and shallot chicken breasts or pork patties with plum sauce , all served on fine china - of course. I also didn't witness the clean up but I am sure it involved a wet vac and dusting off the blinds! If you think I am poking fun at my parents I am actually just voicing my envy as they continue to run circles around me!
So, when you tell my I am OCD, or CDO in the country because I insist Eli play with animals that are the correct scale with each other, and that the dinosaurs cannot be placed in storage with the GI Joes because they are from different time periods, just remember I come by it naturally.....and it could be MUCH worse.
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