I Have Definitely Lost It, or Delta has, or UPS.....

I've lost it. Whatever "it" is. Brain cells, common sense, anything associated with the thinking process.
Now that the hubby is home, we're back to the rotating schedule and today's lucky shift is a swing. That means anything I want to get done without a mini-person attached to my leg has to be done before noon. So today I left to pick up my custom-built Tudor dolls house. The man (that built it) and his wife invited me to stay for a root beer (where they got it, I have no idea--contraband!) and told me of their adventures in the U.S. They recently celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary, so I also got to look through special photographs and gifts they've received. I went totally alone, so you can imagine how I let the time get away from me. When I looked up at the clock, I realized that I had 5 minutes to get the doll's house loaded into my car and get to the place Hubby was going to meet me to drop off Miss Ky on his way to work.
I met him at the Watton Auction Rooms (my next favorite place to be) and spent the next half an hour visiting with the auction regulars-- remind me to tell you about these people sometime-- while Miss Ky babbled and waved at herself in a mirror. I could tell she was getting tired, so we came home. After putting her down in her cot, I got onto the computer to see how Son #1's luggage was getting on.
Yes, J1 not only got to have a nice visit with his family thousands of miles away, but his luggage was able to see the world. Thank you Delta. Unfortunately, that means his medication traveled as well.
I appreciate all of the strict guidelines for flying, I really do. I mean, I would rather be without my lip slick for a fourteen hour flight (yes, they did actually toss my makeup) than sit with a shiny pout next to a man with an exploding shoe. But if we're going to have to check our things, couldn't someone make sure our things follow us?

Before J1 got here I was getting calls from my mother, "He's got an in-grown toe nail that needs to be looked at" (so have him go to the doctor......). "I think J1 should have (this or that) checked". Basically, the woman sits in her home worrying about a healthy 19-year old and figures I don't have enough on my plate and that I should worry too. First of all, when I moved out of my mother's home and I needed medical attention, I went to the doctor. I don't see what's so hard about that. Well, she makes appointments for him without clearing it with him first, so then he makes her cancel them-- he can't miss work like she expects him too.
Anyway, while Hubby was gone and I was in over my eyeballs with life, she was hitting me with these things. So, the week he is to fly here, I get it all again, "You'll need to take him in to see someone about his foot..." Oh, sure. Ok, I am still not sure how I am going to to the dance around the school schedule to get him from Gatwick, but I'll be sure to get him a doct. appt. as well.

Well, J1 did see a doctor and they removed his toenail (YUCK) and gave him meds for that, for a double ear infection, and to clear his sinuses. Yes, I know, maybe he wasn't such a healthy 19-year old. But he was patched up and sent home.
Then they lost his luggage carrying his meds. And his Christmas presents.

Yesterday, I get this call from my mother (who must have some more down time on her hands) one notch down from hysterical because she's "called Delta and now, his bag that was promised to be shipped by UPS hasn't arrived and they now have no record of it!" She proceeds, "I can't understand the woman, she barely speaks English and I kept asking her to slow down..."
Can I just say, my mother barely speaks English. She sometimes goes so deep into hillbilly that I have a hard time understanding her.
So, Hubby begins calling the United States, ready to light into this company but finds out that they DID ship said bag, exactly when they said they would. Now it's in UPS's hands and it's up to them to explain how come it's taken four days for a Two-day Air shipment. To my mother, I sent a semi-scolding email that reminded her UPS had until 5 pm to deliver it, and maybe she should've waited before sharing her frenzy.

So back to the whole point of this blog (wow, you're still here?). I got home today and started the search again with UPS, eager to see the "delivered" so that I could snicker and shut the computer down. But, this is my life remember? The tracking information no longer says "scheduled for delivery Jan 7th", it now says "there's an exception to this delivery". Holy Cow. So I called the woman who drops me anxiety bombs on a regular basis. "Well?" I say. "Well?" she returns. "So, what do you hear?" I continue with my cryptic eloquence. Apparently she has been told (by UPS who she called yesterday-- before 5pm), that it should be there today, but she won't know until noon.
Oh, the sinking feeling that hit me at that moment. I looked up at my clock on my computer. I had lived my whole day already. I had started dinner, Miss Ky was down for her second nap, I had visited with friends, attended an auction and drank root beer from a coca cola glass.... and it was only 1:15 my time. Yes, Delta, UPS and I have a lot in common today and for my mom, "Y'all have a good sleep and let me know when ya get up of the morn".