Mauled makes a good point there.
Its my granddaughters birthday next week, so "we" bought her a wooden kitchen. I say we, the missus ordered it before I saw the bloody price.
End of it?
No.
Last night, 3 hours, assembling the ****ing thing. You bought it, you assemble it love, says I. You're the man says she. So putting the ****ing thing together til 0130 last night I was.
Like Yoda apparently, but with far less Jedi skills.
Its great quality, and solid, but I hate flat pack type stuff and vowed a few years back, no more.
Over the years I think I've spent months assembling stuff. Right from nursery stuff to even now, some 25 years after my eldest was born.
Expect no gratitude, it's your responsibility as a man.
Expect no praise, only criticism that its taking so long, or that despite you reading the instructions and following them EXACTLY it's not right.
If it wobbles, it's your fault. If it's scratched, thats you too. Any problems at all, you, you're to blame.
That said, it's worth it eventually, they'll have kids of their own, and you can reap your own revenge on them. It's a long wait but, its soooo worth it.