It's been one of those days and it's not even 11.
Several weeks ago, you remember I had a giveaway. I painstakingly wrapped 25 little packages and one big one. The big one went out through the US mail with it's customs forms and all. The rest were to be mailed out from my local post office.
Then the flu hit. First one child, then a parent, then another child, then the man cold etc...
Two weeks of being trapped in my house.
Then my in laws came and we were cramming all of the castles and local area in that we could around the boys' football schedules.
I managed to get 5 packages mailed during that time.
Today, I reluctantly carried the rest in . I say reluctantly because Miss Ky was in rare form. She's started that "I'm going to bolt and you can't stop me" stage. Drives me nuts.
So there I was, juggling these little packages, my wallet and a toddler determined to destroy the greeting cards rack --in between mad dashes to the door (where she nearly knocked over an elderly woman with a cane). This is AFTER bolting out of the bank while I was trying to deposit much needed funds into my account. The tears were just sitting behind my eyeballs waiting for someone to open the gates...
With Ky now pinned between my legs and my wallet raining coins all over the counter the post office woman (different from the one I usually get) informs me that I must now fill out customs forms.
You might be thinking "duh", but I have been mailing things from here for a year and have NEVER filled a customs form. I wondered why it was, but hey, who was I to judge?
So now she tells me that the packages I have already sent will not arrive because they will be hanging out at the customs office.
When posting from here, most people do not put a return address. You can, but it needs to be on the back. The back of my packages were tape. I did not put a return address.
I have no idea where my packages are, except for the pile taking up permanent residence in my car-- I know where they are because they mock me every day, "Hah! Here we are, four weeks after you said you'd mail us!! Ha hahahahahahahah". cheeky packages.
Today, ONE was mailed.
So what I am saying is. I suck. I tried to share the fun and it came back and bit me in my behind.
Please forgive me, but until Ky's 18, I am never taking her out in public again. Really. Never.
you really should not worry...people know life happens!
ReplyDeleteTHIS is why my husband is incharge of all errands to the Post office.
Oh dear! What a sad tale...and one that is mirrored all over this sorry red tape ridden country. Sadly our Post Offices of which we were once justifiably proud, are now commercially fixated. Sometimes Nationalisation is not a bad thing.
ReplyDeleteAs to the parcels you have already sent, sans return address, you must complain to the post master at the office you sent them from...you should have been told. I am a great believer that you get what you deserve...if something stinks, complain, and if you dont get an answer, complain higher.
You paid them to do a job, make them do it.
As to scrummy little bolter,hmmmm!
Short of tying her to you it's a matter of getting cross and meaning it.
I hope it all doesn't spoil your stay here.
Thank you ladies!
ReplyDeleteMoannie, that would be impossible-- this poor country is going to have a hard time getting rid of me:-)
OH dear, I remember those days. They're so long, long ago for me... (Ya, right!) This is the best package of you anyway, right here, right now.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, the post office is the worst. That's why I always try to use small town post offices whenever I can. I always have kids hanging all over me, I always get attitude from the Madison postal workers, I never seem to know what I'm doing...
ReplyDeleteI had a bungie leash for my youngest, the Stealth Bomber child who was like Miss Ky. Even then ...
ReplyDeleteHead over to my blog today for a smile. Be grateful Miss Ky's not a puma.
I've received a package from you before, and it didn't have a customs form on. I think you got a postal postal worker.
ReplyDeleteSend the hubbs to the PO with the cheeky packages next time. That always works.
Ah, how familiar this all sounds. Not the part about the packages, but the rest...yes, yes....it could very well be me. And Jonathan. In a store. Or church. Or the doctor's office. Or anywhere else ever.
ReplyDelete18. Yeah, that sounds good.
i feel your pain at taking a toddler out in public. people at weddings/receptions always ask us where our boys are---i just laugh and tell them that i came to enjoy myself, not monitor my children.
ReplyDeletewe don't eat out in restaraunts as a family either for that very same reason also...i really feel your pain--and the littlest thing can set you off when you're trying to wrangle a toddler in a pucli place...sigh. so sorry
What a horrible ordeal! Oh, and I was one of those kids that would take off running. Until my parents got a leash for me. (not kidding) I was the youngest of three and the ONLY one who ever had to wear a leash.
ReplyDeleteSo that's what you get for being kind and generous huh? Suckage!!!
ReplyDeleteYou need to get a pram to strap that girl in. The only time I can get anything accomplished at the post office, library, and grocery store is when she is in my stroller, throwing her shoes and barbies at passers by. I sometimes love the look of horror when you walk in carrying a toddler and they know you are going to have to set the child down.
ReplyDeleteI remember so well those days of chasing my sons back and forth and up and down. Exhausting!!! You'll get through it. You really will.
ReplyDeletePut the packages out of your mind. They should be the least of your concerns right now with all that you are dealing with. Your blogging friends will understand. We are just grateful to be able to visit you here.
Take a bit of time to regroup and take care of your needs and let the stuff that is worrying you go for a while. The world will still be there later.
Don't even worry about those packages. It really is the thought that counts anyway.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the little one. I'm not even looking forward to the day when my little guys are no loner satisfied with riding in the stroller. I'll definitely be buying a couple of those child leashes!!! I don't care what all the little old ladies have to say about it!
it's okay
ReplyDeleteI hope you don't think I was complaining! I was so grateful.
ReplyDeleteThe song you picked for this post is very funny. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for my package. I got it, but haven't been able to comment here since I've been trying to catch up from not reading any posts for a week while I was gone. The chocolate was delicious. :) Thank you so much.
UGH! I hate our post office, which is why I don't go. I used to go to one in a small down near here because it was better. But now that Prince Charming goes to an air force base almost every day to work, he mails stuff for me. I'm thinking you should look into that plan!
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