Ok. Take a deep breath. Count to ten.
(From my daughters room) "I want to watch Max and RUBEEEEE!"
Stop crying. Stop crying. Stop crying.
Nope. She's at it again. I guess she was just taking a breath.
I believe she has gotten louder.
Can you tell it's been one of those days? I know, I spend quite a bit of time on here venting. Most people must take me for an angry person, and I guess I am to some degree. It's not that I'm angry as much as I have a VERY short fuse.
I ventured to the dreaded Wal-Mart today to try and fix that pesky overcharge that I was speaking of in my previous blog. I stood in line for 20 minutes at customer service, then it took them another 10 to try and figure out how to give me the return. I finally get my $14 back (which I'm beginning to think was NOT worth the hassle) and get my items. I then go to the "express" lane. This takes 30 minutes, because the cashier at the register was handed a gift card that was worth $15. The cashier thought the guy said to PUT $15 on it. He did not say that. I heard him loud and clear. So then it takes another 40 employees to come over and figure out how to fix this faux pas.
I swear, one day I'm gonna snap and burn that place down.
So, I get home at 2:45 and my two year old has not had a nap. She is in thermo-nuclear meltdown right now. I just realized that I have to go pick up my kids from school in an hour (I normally don't pick them up, they ride the bus but I have to pick up cinnamon rolls for my daughters fundraiser). So trying to get my two year old to nap is almost futile since I have to leave in less than 45 minutes.
I love my kids, and I do love Christmas, but I've had just about enough Holiday "cheer" this season. I'm turing into the Grinch, and I'm ready for it to be over. There are only so many lines, so many pine needles on my floor, only so much pushing, shoving, rudeness, and bad customer service that a human being can handle.
This is SO NOT what Christmas is about, and frankly, I'm tired of it.