The we went to the post office to mail a package to our new nephew. I sat in the car for a good 2 minutes staring at the building trying to decide if I really wanted to attempt it. See, post offices and I/or my children don't mix. I don't know what it is about walking in a post office that sets them off. Ike, usually my sweetest child, immediately grows six inches, turns green and rips off his shirt. *sigh*
And I can't seem to walk in one without the PO workers getting after my kids. We'd been in the door maybe... MAYBE five seconds when they immediately began swinging on the chain. I was trying to tell them to stop and come over to me, "Look! See! Mommy has M&Ms. Come." And the postal (teehee) lady starts in on them. I turned to her and said, "I got this!".
Gheez, lady. Back off.
I got this.
And I did... have it, that is. Yes, someone was still in tears when we left, a normal occurence, but at least I finally got that package mailed...
And what's up with people driving the wrong way down the Walmart parking lanes?! Ugh HEllooooo...
*in a snotty mood*
*need a cookie*
1 comment:
I only have two and I seriously contemplate whether or not to run errands. It's just such a hassle. As for the Post Office, there are too many little papers and boxes and things that make noise there. I usually leave humiliated.
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