Today was Kim's resident's Spring cleaning day. As part of spring cleaning, we decided to pick up a bookshelf and a drawer, and went to IKEA. It was the first time that our family of four visited IKEA since Abigail's arrival.
What started out as pleasant shopping experience quickly started to deteriorate when Toby, my 3-year-old, started to get fussy. As we were completing our round of the second floor (Emeryville IKEA starts shoppers off with the second floor; not sure whether that's how it is with all IKEA stores), he started to throw temper tantrums. Luckily I had been writing down the model numbers along with aisle and bin numbers. We took a quick elevator down to the first floor.
Then I struggled a bit trying to remember where shoppers picked up their carts. I missed the card dispensing machine, and I went all the way to register just to find out there were carts as you enter the warehouse storage area. So I ran back to the machine and picked up a cart.