The meatballs, oh how IKEA and meatballs go hand in hand. I couldn't go to IKEA without having the meatballs.
I don't actually ever remember seeing children there. I'd scurry through the kids section, ocasionally wishing I could've had a bed with a desk underneath. In fact throughout my adult life I always wanted a room like yotel!
Day dreaming the hours away, until I'd get to the warehouse where I might have to think about which isle to go down, but generally it would be really quite enjoyable.
Single people ENJOY IKEA while you can!
Adding children into the mix changes EVERYTHING! Luckily once the children get to three (yes three like that's helpful for the majority of us) they do have a room where you can leave them to play. Which I had to distract Moo from quickly as his pointed finger began to rise and his eyes opened wide...by jumping on the elevater! Thank fuck meltdown avoided thus far.
So everything was OK, going to the toilet 'fun', the novelty of sitting IN the trolley, playing with the toys, jumping on the beds, getting in the beds, climbing on the sofas, then I distracted him with the iPhone. Then he got bored of the iPhone! I was was screwed! Fortunately we had nearly got to the end! He wanted to go in the bjorn. But Teddy was tierd so he needed to go in the bojrn! I had to make and executive decision I went with get the toddler strapped up.
It was at this point which if your familier with IKEA Bristol you'll know all too well is CARNAGE...it's a corridor just after the bathroom section, but before the warehouse, I kid you not there was three children all screaming, backs arched, faces red, tears streaming down there cheeks being strapped into their pushchairs! Mums rocking Teddy behind me, who was also giving a good 'get me to sleep now cry' and Moo who was getting pissed off and kept saying over and over 'car home'!
We all gave each other the look of 'WHY, why did we do this' followed by a sympathetic smile.
My top tip don't take your kids to IKEA!
