1) it had a thousand parts
2) the directions sounded and looked like gibberish
Luckily I am married to a rocket scientist, at least where assembling stuff is required. We made it through our childrens' formative years and managed to assemble various bikes and riding vehicles, as well as a swing set, along the way. (Part of the satisfaction of being a parent is watching our two oldest go through the same thing with their kids. I always grin and breathe a sigh of relief, knowing I did my time in the assembly trenches.)
Imagine my wonder the other day after purchasing a small easel, that said those dreaded words on the front of the package, and included instructions with photos in the insert. Then something caught my eye. There were no loose parts in the package. No envelope or bag of screws. Nothing. So I removed the easel from the bag and opened the instructions. This is what happened next:
|step one, step two, step three. easy peasy.|
Yep, the assembly required taking it out of the package, opening it up, and standing it up. Step 1-3 showed photos of the assembled easel from different angles.
Moral of the story: If you pay your dues as an assembling parent, sometimes the assembly gods smile on you. Sarcastically.
life is good...
~cath xoTwitter @jonesbabie