Husband worked his magic and turned the furniture pieces into a real functioning desk.
Here it is in all its glory.
What’s even more amazing is that he was able to finish the assembly in about 15 minutes.
I didn’t know whether to be envious that he could complete the assembly in such a short time (it would have easily translated into 2 hours of Tootie time) or just be content that the project is done.
I picked neither of those options and decided instead to be completely overjoyed that we have a real, live desk in our office. Our computer and printer finally have a home instead of being nomads shuttled from place to place.
There’s only one slight problem. The chair is a little too short for the desk. In Husband’s very diplomatic way, he told me that when I sat at it I looked “like a kindergartener at an oversized desk.”
I would gladly keep the kindergartener look, if I knew it would guarantee me snack time, followed immediately by nap time.
But, since it won’t, we’ll be shopping for a new chair soon.
Thankfully, I’ve learned a lesson from the frustration known as desk assembly, and I’m happy to put Husband in charge of any assembly (and/or humiliation) that will be required for the chair.