20 hours. That's how long a piece of Ikea furniture, somewhat impulsively acquired, can sit in your foyer without being assembled.
3 hours. That's how long it takes to assemble it [and, let's be fair, to disassemble the furniture it's replacing. And, let's be fairer, to shift all the forgotten gear and storage boxes that had been buried out of sight by the now-disassembled furniture.]
The clock's still running on how long it'll take to find out what to fill the holes with on the kid's new bed. We went for the meatballs, and ended up with the silvery Blimp, the Lords of Ikea having seen fit to dole the awesomely minimalist, little Malm bed in ridiculously small quantities.
Anyway, it looks fine, actually, pushed against the wall. We left off the blue and green netting; what to do with those eight holes in the backboard is no longer a hypothetical.