IKEA Jones and the Bunk Bed of Doooooom

The room is painted and we were ready to start construction. Until . . . We met the bunk bed of doom. I had scoured craigslist, ebay and freecycle for a bunk bed for my kids. But when I saw FREE . . . CHA-CHING! and it wasn't too far away! I called immediately, my hubby picked it up and scored 3 FREE torch lamps. Masha'Allah. 4 months later, we are trying to put it together and . . . things aren't going so well. We spent 2 hours last night in the room trying to decipher IKEAbonics, which consists of pictures of blob like genderless people, numbers and diagrams and absolutely no words. The screws didn't fit, we were missing pieces and the directions didn't direct. I am little crushed, because everyone who knows me, knows that I LOVE IKEA. Both my husband and I are former employees and I am a buff of putting their stuff together and how to get the best out of the not-so-well-known AS IS department. The place where you can get all kinds junk for less. I know IKEA isn't the most user friend place and the furniture quality reflects the prices, but I still love the aesthetics of the Swedish look.

Back to the bed . . . one trip to the store, a lost mommy and absolutely no real recourse for my problem, we are back home with a bag full of mystery screws and a husbands whose mad, because the cafeteria person told him the meat balls were beef (this is why I don't eat meat out.) So, I guess this is what I get for being cheap and loving anything from IKEA, even if it's junk. Make Dua for us that we get the binats out of our room . . .