Why I won’t be talking about Amber’s post
Even though I really want to.
According to our realtor, the people who live in our old house sent the package back. To UPS. Only it was Fed Ex who delivered it so I’m hoping she just mixed it up when she told him that and didn’t actually give it to UPS. Although I’m sure UPS would have caught that mistake so I guess I’ll quit worrying about that part.
Anyway, Fed Ex has no record of it in transit but they said it could have a new tracking number. I left a message with the originating company asking them to tell me how in the heck to get those toys here by Sunday and also saying that hopefully if they DID return it, it’s back in their warehouse and they can do it by only charging our card for the expedited shipping. I KNOW there’s not enough room on the card to put a whole new order on it AND fast shipping.
I just need to know what the hell is going on so I can figure out whether I need to replace the gifts, whether I need to just save them ’til Madison’s birthday (she’s not going to know she doesn’t have much to open — she won’t care) or whether they’re coming and it’ll all be good.
AND Brett was up all night throwing up AND he went to work ANYWAY (yes, he’s one of those men whose work ethic runs over consideration of the health of other people in his office) AND he is going to be way too tired tonight to both watch the kids while I rush around replacing lost presents and finish painting the wall he started two nights ago. I won’t even be able to have the satisfaction of yelling at him about it since he’s sick.
PLUS Madison used his toothbrush this morning before I could grab it so now I’m praying it was food poisoning and not a virus.
Oh and the bathroom Brett threw up in all night? The one I cleaned yesterday and not the one I was going to clean today.
Did I mention work? Continues to be hellish — holiday stress getting to everyone, I guess.
And that is why I won’t be commenting on Amber’s post even though I want to (because she echoes my feelings quite a bit and I wanted to elaborate on that for myself) and why I won’t be working on my essay tonight like I hoped.
I am a whiny, self-pitying person today. Be so so grateful that you don’t have to live with me.
Sorry things are so rough: this happened to us last year, right after we moved (somehow the company defaulted to our old address even though I entered the new one) and it was a mess to fix. And that wasn’t even at Hannukah/Christmas!
I’m glad you were able to get a back-up plan in motion. Have a great holiday.
I can’t believe you took a pass on it. It was a home run right up your alley. I hope you are all feeling ok soon. I hear something nasty is going around right now.