This morning I woke with a big smile and rose with a spring in my step. I had a date with my Mum and IKEA.
I have been very restrained and have stayed away from that joint for over 6 months now, despite catalogues taunting me in my letter box and emails turning up in my inbox saying "Sonia, come and see us - we know you want to Stop stop fighting it Sonia. Come to the dark side. Come now."
OK so the emails really didn't say that, but we all know that that is what they are really saying behind the professional yet friendly front. They want us to feel it, to need it. Temptation. What can I say - It's a beast.
So my hubby knew what I was doing today. He has had a week's warning to prepare himself, and yet he said nothing before he left for work this morning. No trying to steal the credit cards from my wallet. No siphoning of the petrol tank. No being read the riot act.
I was unnerved by his apparent lack of concern.
And so I set off with a guilt free conscience rubbing my hands in anticipation.
I won't lie to you. I bought a trolley full of stuff more than I intended to. It quite possibly could have been two trolley loads full had my mum not pulled out the old "Sonia do you REALLY need that" every time I picked something up and gave it the once over.
I also will admit to feeling a little guilty as I stuffed packages into every available space in the boot of my car, although that guilt faded to the background when I got home and started putting allt he lovely new bits and pieces I really didn't need into their new home.
But here's the thing. My husband and my children walk out of the house in the mornings and do they notice the piles of stuff they leave scattered everywhere in their wake.
They do not notice the plates and bowls they leave on the sink, nor do they notice the PJs and towels and shoes they leave all over the floor.
Quite possibly I could lie on the floor and pretend to be dead and they would not even notice, they would just step over me on their way out to the car.
BUT they walk in the door this afternoon and they DO notice the new cushion on the couch and the sheepskin on the arm chair. They notice the new chopping board next to the sink and they even notice the new flower pot on the coffee table.
Selective Sight or what? It's kind of like the selective hearing they also suffer from. You know the condition where no one can hear you when you ask for help but they come running from miles away the minute you open a packet of gummy bears.
Do your family suffer from Selective Sight? Been to IKEA lately? MAN that place rocks.
This post is in no way sponsored by IKEA. I chose to go and blow my hard earned money on random stuff all by myself... but they are guilty of tempting me with catalogues and emails.