There are times in my life when everything is roses and sunshine. There are other times when I am certain that the universe is having a grand ol' laugh at my expense. Do you ever feel like that? Well, as much as that would suck for you, I hope that you do. I would hate it if I'm the only one the universe is laughing at.
So last week was our special needs support group meeting. I was super excited to go! I even baked like 4 dozen cookies for it because that's what happens when I'm excited (well, excited, stressed, angry, sad, pick an emotion). I bake.
I picked up the kids and got everything ready - grabbed our cookies, some "driving snacks" for the kids, their homework, a change of clothes for the mister and headed out the door. And yes, I remembered to check that I had all 3 kids with me in the car. We drove 45 minutes back to the base they had just come from. I pulled up to the gate on the base, reached next to me in the seat and went "oh sh*t!" when I realized at that very moment that my purse was sitting on the counter in my utility room...you know, along with every picture ID I have that verifies my identity. (Epic fail)
Eventually I get a hold of Brian and he comes off base to meet me and take us all the way around to the visitors center to see if they can work their computer-type magic and verify that yes, I am me, an no one else. But. Their computers were down so no dice. (Ugh!!) I changed cars with Brian, because our van needed gas, and I took his car back home. Two minutes into my foray back home, the GPS falls off the windshield and ends up in the passenger seat floorboard where I can't reach it. So now I am driving on a road I don't know and it's pitch black and pouring down rain so I can't see anything - including the road signs. As I'm mildly panicking about how I'm going to get home I hit the world's largest pothole and a case of Guinness (the cans with those CO2 balls in them) exploded in the backseat. (And I'll go ahead and tell you that I was already so stressed that I would have sworn someone shot at me).
It was a weird, weird day.
So jump ahead a week. A week, to the day, actually. I will spare the long, drawn out story of how I had to listen to my refrigerator sound like a dying cow all day. It's not broken. I think it was just in mood. Or maybe it's the fact that it was Thursday. Maybe Thursday is "sound like a dying cow" day. I don't know. But the crazy part....And I hope you're not eating. If you are, please stop. I wouldn't want you to choke.
Brian comes home from work and tells me we got packages (Yay!) and I got one from someone named "Maurice". I was all "Maurice?? Do you mean Maurices? That's a store, not a person. I didn't order anything from them though." I grab the package and, sure enough, it's from Maurices. I am now very confused because, like I said, I didn't order anything. I opened it anyway.
There was a form in front telling me that they're returning my return because they can't accept it at this time. (Did I already tell you that I didn't order anything? Well I didn't return anything either.) So now I'm super confused. And I start unwrapping all the stuff in there.
- 3 red microfiber pillow covers from (what I think might be) Germany. The wording looks German and the price sticker is in euros.
- 12 packets of some super-sugary-vanilla smelling powdered pudding-type stuff
- 1 broken mini camera tripod
What.The.Hell.
Their customer service has no idea. I have no idea. But for serious y'all, if next Thursday is filled with crazy, I'm going to hide. I'm going to find a nice little cave and not come out for awhile. My sanity needs to remain intact y'all.
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