"It's not rocket science, Lindsey! It's not rocket science!"

I love good deals! Doesn't everyone? I found this place online that sells dollhouses for reasonable prices! I had always wanted one as a child, but my mom never bought me one. I'm not sure why she never did, perhaps because she didn't want too, didn't think it was important enough, or never had the money. I have a big family and my two sets of parents never went to college. When I was little, I was very imaginative. I had to be resourceful with my toys. I spent hours "building" my dollhouses out of books, drink coasters, or roaming my house for anything I could make-believe into being "what it could be" in my Barbie's world. It was my sanctuary. I promised myself, when I had a daughter, I would provide for her everything I had always dreamed about.. Anyways, this dollhouse was $41.65 to be exact. I could have probably afforded more, but it was the point of it all. (That my parents hadn't made it important enough and I was going too..) The website said it was already assembled. I was in heaven! It was a win-win. My hubby didn't have to put it together and the price was perfect! Until, I actually called to order it... And found out other moms had discovered the amazing deal too! They had some dollhouses left, but they were unassembled. Quickly, I decided to still purchase one because the lady had said it was pretty easy and it would only take about an hour to assemble. My hubby wasn't that thrilled about it, but I had thought "How hard could it be, right?" A couple days later, it arrived. Yay! Finally, the dollhouse I had waited so long for..  22 years to be exact. I opened the box and searched for the directions. When I started reading, my eyes got overwhelmed. I had to remind myself that it wasn't rocket science. Boy, was it hard! There were four levels, an attic, and a working elevator. I tried to enlist my hubby's help because he is usually the "put-together-er." However, he refused, said he would do it, didn't, and then when attempting, complained, and complained. He kept saying "We will just throw it away, This is garbage, or Why don't we just buy another better one on ebay?" I got upset, of course. This was my Barbie dream house. The one I longed for, for so long. He didn't know how important it was to me! He kept asking me why I was so gung-ho about putting it together? It took me about a week. Not because I'm idiot, but because I got frustrated with the directions. It wasn't labeled properly and screws were missing. My daughter, who is four, wasn't all that excited about the dollhouse. Sure, it was a new toy, but it sat in her room for a week partially put-together. I kept "taking breaks" because I didn't want to lose my mind. How excited could she be? Near the end, I had accidentally used the floor for the third level in the second level, but aesthetically it looked good. When I finally finished, it was perfect in my eyes. I had accomplished something amazing. I had completed a promise to myself and to my daughter from all those years ago. And that felt good..