Can I have redo of today please. Nothing major just a ton of little things that have thoroughly screwed up all my plans.
First, Emma reminded me this morning that she needed cupcakes to take into school. This having 3 kids has really sucked all of my brain cells. Great, so at 7 I load them in the van and get ready to head to the store. Thankfully Gail was on her way to exercise class and offered to pick them up for me! Love her. I'd be lost without her. So I unloaded the girls back out of the van after struggling with Molly's car seat buckle for 10 minutes. It was jammed.
Then the delivery company called to confirm delivery of the fridge tomorrow. Between 4pm and 8pm. No that won't work, Emma's party is at 4. We were told that it would be in the morning, of course the helpful lady from the delivery company said "Well you were told that by Home Depot, not us"
Thanks! She said well it's just a fridge it won't take long. Hello, we need to empty the old one and then restock it. Sure- let me interrupt the party and tell the guests to wait! Brilliant. The next available day would be Thursday. No, I'm not waiting another week. So it comes tomorrow.
Then the dr's office called to confirm Emma's appointment on Monday with Dr Carter. Nope that's not right- their dr is Dr Horton. I dislike Dr Carter ALOT! I specifically asked for Dr. Horton so now I'm livid. Dr. Horton is a wonderful doctor bur her office staff is completely incompetent. The only day Dr Horton is available is Tuesday. So I book the appointment even though it really won't work. I have an appointment Monday to get the girl's holiday pics taken and Eric took off to watch the boys. I figured Emma could miss the day from school and we'd get everything done. Now I've got to see if my sister can watch the boys in the afternoon and make sure that I am back so that she can pick up my niece at 3:30pm.
So much for trying to plan anything!!! Sorry for venting but Eric was driving me crazy and getting upset with me so I had to get it out somewhere.
He cannot understand my sarcasm sometimes and takes it personally. You'd think after 9 years he'd catch on