It's been one of thooooose weeks. You know the kind. Everything goes wrong, your frustration level is at an all time high. You wanna bitch slap someone, but that just wouldn't be appropriate. Yeah...I knew you'd get it :)
After fulfilling our civic duty on Monday night by voting, we decided to paint the nursery. Started off great, ended not so great. It's kind of like when you're 16 & decide you're going to totally rearrange your bedroom, clean & pull down those NKOTB posters for something a little more "mature"...like that kick-ass poster of Leonardo Dicaprio you got for your birthday. About half way in [okay, who're we kidding, about 15 minutes in] you're hot, sticky, totally bored...you look around & just throw in the towel. There's always tomorrow. When you're a grown up, it seems unacceptable to throw in the towel, but you still look around & think "what the hell was I thinking?!". But by midnight, we were finished & breathed a huge sigh of relief. Another thing ticked off the checklist.
Called the cable company. Want to remove the hook-up & copious amounts of wiring from the spare room/nursery. But of course, because our cable service is the most complicated service on the planet, being hooked up to our high speed connection & operating through a maze of wires that run from one room to another that operate BOTH of our tv's, they'd have to send out a technician to reconfigure everything &...the big &...they'd have to charge us to do so. I DON'T THINK SO. As annoying as it will be to live with a tv hooked up in the nursery [sorry, I don't want by baby being lulled to sleep by my husband's annoying Battlestar Gallactica fetish] I'm not about to shell out money for someone to come do their job...the sneaky bastards. Unless you're a technician or they showed you every little thing they did while installing it, a regular human being [ie. my husband & I] will be totally unable to dismantle & re-assemble the whole shebang appropriately.
Then...the cake taker...is when the beautiful crib bedding set I ordered a while back was finally scheduled to be delivered yesterday, via UPS. ALL day the online tracking status said "out for delivery"....I realized this was a lie when midnight came & went. A small part of me was concerned a delivery man would be knocking on our bedroom window at 3am, package in hand, but I figured that was silly as he'd at least be courteous enough to use the front door, no? This morning I checked the status, which now seemed to be miraculously updated & AH-HA! an apparent delivery attempt was made yesterday at 1:33pm?! Nope, don't think so...as I was here ALL FRIGGIN' DAY waiting for that damn thing & they can use the excuse that I probably didn't hear them ring the doorbell or knock all they want, but A] where's my attempted delivery notice & B] I know exactly what I was doing yesterday at 1:33pm....sitting on my couch eating bon-bons & watching Location, Location, Location...so there. After a phone call, I was told it'll be delivered today between 1&2pm. But come on, UPS! This is not the first time I've encountered problems with you...just bring me my stuff, on time...don't dick a pregnant woman around.
The week can only get better, can't it?
After fulfilling our civic duty on Monday night by voting, we decided to paint the nursery. Started off great, ended not so great. It's kind of like when you're 16 & decide you're going to totally rearrange your bedroom, clean & pull down those NKOTB posters for something a little more "mature"...like that kick-ass poster of Leonardo Dicaprio you got for your birthday. About half way in [okay, who're we kidding, about 15 minutes in] you're hot, sticky, totally bored...you look around & just throw in the towel. There's always tomorrow. When you're a grown up, it seems unacceptable to throw in the towel, but you still look around & think "what the hell was I thinking?!". But by midnight, we were finished & breathed a huge sigh of relief. Another thing ticked off the checklist.
Called the cable company. Want to remove the hook-up & copious amounts of wiring from the spare room/nursery. But of course, because our cable service is the most complicated service on the planet, being hooked up to our high speed connection & operating through a maze of wires that run from one room to another that operate BOTH of our tv's, they'd have to send out a technician to reconfigure everything &...the big &...they'd have to charge us to do so. I DON'T THINK SO. As annoying as it will be to live with a tv hooked up in the nursery [sorry, I don't want by baby being lulled to sleep by my husband's annoying Battlestar Gallactica fetish] I'm not about to shell out money for someone to come do their job...the sneaky bastards. Unless you're a technician or they showed you every little thing they did while installing it, a regular human being [ie. my husband & I] will be totally unable to dismantle & re-assemble the whole shebang appropriately.
Then...the cake taker...is when the beautiful crib bedding set I ordered a while back was finally scheduled to be delivered yesterday, via UPS. ALL day the online tracking status said "out for delivery"....I realized this was a lie when midnight came & went. A small part of me was concerned a delivery man would be knocking on our bedroom window at 3am, package in hand, but I figured that was silly as he'd at least be courteous enough to use the front door, no? This morning I checked the status, which now seemed to be miraculously updated & AH-HA! an apparent delivery attempt was made yesterday at 1:33pm?! Nope, don't think so...as I was here ALL FRIGGIN' DAY waiting for that damn thing & they can use the excuse that I probably didn't hear them ring the doorbell or knock all they want, but A] where's my attempted delivery notice & B] I know exactly what I was doing yesterday at 1:33pm....sitting on my couch eating bon-bons & watching Location, Location, Location...so there. After a phone call, I was told it'll be delivered today between 1&2pm. But come on, UPS! This is not the first time I've encountered problems with you...just bring me my stuff, on time...don't dick a pregnant woman around.
The week can only get better, can't it?
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