The other day we drove down to Conshohocken, PA for a much needed IKEA visit. It’s not terribly far away, but I really wish they were closer. I’d be there every week.

Back in the day, a number of my best female friends used to make regular, excited trips to the local Ikea. They liked the quick, cheap food. They loved picking up cute, random household items. And at least one of them liked to stand in front of a large stainless steel refrigerator and throw the double doors open, dreaming of a day she could have one like it.

Although I enjoyed the occasional visit, it was all sort of lost on me.

Until I had a child.

As it turns out, IKEA wasn’t made for my fun-lovin’ single gal pals, it was made for parents like me.

I mean, just look at this handy chart:

I’m just sayin’.