A "bedtime" story.
Mommy asked Daddy to put up the crib.Daddy opened the box and began arranging parts.
Mommy was also cranky. She was tired. She wanted to sleep after a day of moving. She wanted Daddy to go to bed with her (he is her extra back pillow). Daddy wanted to assemble the crib so he could be done with it and golf on Monday.
An hour later:
"Is that the right way???"
Another hour later:
"That wasn't right either"
"The directions are not very clear. At all. They must have been written in China."
A few minutes later:
"Why don't we just assemble the drawer?"
Another ten minutes later:
"That part is broken."
Mommy gets more cranky.
She says to Daddy: "Can you please do this tommorrow??"
Daddy relents and serves Mommy.
Daddy tries again after church.
Daddy asks Mommy to help.
Mommy gets cranky. Again.
She goes and makes mushroom ragout. She waits for dinner club friends to arrive. She sends Daddy's friends in to help.
Less than two hours, three master's degrees follow three pages of directions and finish.Thank goodness for friends.