Alright, we know I have a massive love-hate relationship with Ikea. Love the stuff. Hate the place.
What I have learned from past (mis)adventures: do not take your children with you to Ikea. Like, ever. Because they will turn into wildebeests, and you will think that your marriage is falling apart, until you finally make it out alive and realize:
Oh, I don't hate you.
I hate the store.