Seriously BIG LONG Post

Okay this post I'm just putting down anything and everything thats on my mind. I have a lot of stuff going on in my head and hopefully this will help get it out and then I can focus on actually doing what I'm supposed to (like cleaning bathrooms and paying bills, you know: crappy stuff).

~First up is the most important thing I need to blog. Got another dream package! YAY! Do you remember how I told you guys how much I hate the Post Office? Well, they either are really mad and trying to get back at me, or I was totally RIGHT--the Post Office really DOES suck! (I like the second option better. Because in that option I'm RIGHT!) Because it took a whole week for the package to get here (ridiculous) and when it got here? It was OPENED! Seriously people, the Post Office delivered a package that had been opened and things were missing! :( Atleast not the most important stuff was gone, but the chocolate was! HELLO?! And there was a card to explain everything and a button, I'm so irritated! Otherwise, THANK YOU THANK YOU Shellie for the awesome gift! The theme this last month was "My Favorite Things", so Shellie sent me some of her favorite things. Like for example, she likes words, so there was a word theme, and the mug is because she loves hot chocolate. My kids will NEVER be allowed to touch that mug, its MINE MINE MINE!! I adore the yellow frame, I know exactly where I'll put it! I love it all and I'm once again in awe of good friends and sweet people, it just doesn't seem to happen enough but I feel like I've been very blessed!




~I'm reading the last of "The Mortal Instruments" series and I wish I could just sit around all the time and read it (I mostly do so don't feel sorry for me) but then I feel so guilty about not getting done the things that actually NEED to be done. I really need the escape sometimes though. Plus I can't focus on anything except the story going on in my head, so I should just sit down and finish it so I can move on...right?

~I'm struggling a little with being a good person right now. I know this is terrible and really wrong, but I absolutely HATE it when people say they miss their husbands because they've been gone on a business trip for a few days. I know its unfair and they SHOULD miss their husband but I just want to scream and gauge their eyes out. I want to compare it to someone with cancer hating someone who has a cold. They can't help getting sick, but it could be so much worse... I really wish I could get over myself sometimes, especially because my own situation could be a whole lot worse too. I just hate it.

~I'm also struggling with being a good mom right now. I hate that I'm the "exasperated mom" right now. Have you ever met a mom like that? Who whenever her kids are around is just exasperated and impatient and wants them to go away? I feel like that ALL THE TIME. And I hate myself for it. Everytime they ask a question, or want me to get them something or breath or whatever, I want to just throw my hands up in the air and tell them to leave me alone! Isn't that awful?! I'm trying really hard not to do that, but boy I'm really tired of being the only parent around. REALLY tired.

~When I was in junior high I had a t-shirt that had a loaf of bread on it and underneath it said "baked". Seriously, my mom bought that shirt for me. (So random, but that is totally stuck in my head. I can't believe my mom didn't get what that meant. And I'm super embarrassed that I actually wore it and people SAW me wearing it. What if I wore it to church one day?! *edit: For those of you who are better than me and don't know what baked means, its another way of saying you're "stoned" or "high", or you've been smoking marijuana. Which was as far from the truth for me as possible.)

~I also was a complete nerd in junior high... And high school.

~I may still be a complete nerd.

~I took pictures of my sweet baby yesterday, and I'm posting some for you to see. If you don't care go ahead and scroll past, this is the last bit of my super long post. Thanks for enduring that! I know it got a little rough somewhere in the middle there.

Return to Sender

I hate the U.S. mail system. I loathe it, maybe even.

I've been annoyed with the post office since we moved here, because apparently giving them a forwarding address doesn't mean they'll actually forward your mail. Because, you know, that would mean they would have to be organized or something. So tons of our mail still ends up at my in-laws and I don't know how much of our mail is still in Utah as well. Also, you have no idea how much mail we get from like the last five previous tenants of this house. Seriously. And I wonder if Shawn Arce is a real person, or if its a code name for the bills he doesn't want to get. Like Chanandler Bong. (Please tell me you know what I'm talking about here, you guys do watch Friends right?!)

So I have a very secretive secret thing I'm doing and you'll find out soon enough, but I had to mail a package yesterday. It HAD to be sent yesterday--at the LATEST. And of course, I waited until yesterday to send it. So I get to the post office, and of course the line is ridiculously long. And of course my son wants to run around like a terror, and of course I won't let him so he's screaming. I mean literally SCREAMING. And does anyone say anything, or politely pretend like its not super annoying? NO, the dumb fat guy in front of me actually turns around and stares at me all rude like. My face is bright red as I struggle to hold my son and distract him from screaming anymore. And all the while I'm standing there nobody says anything to me about the nice brown box I'm holding with the WRONG kind of tape on it. I waited in line for 30 flippin' minutes and when I finally got up there the lady says "I'm sorry I can't accept this box with this kind of tape on it." And I'm like "are you kidding me?" and she's like "you can buy some tape from us." At which point I gave her the death glare, snatched up my box and stomped out of the stupid bleeping post office with everyone staring at me like the punks they are.

And then I started crying. And called my sister to wail for awhile.

Then my mom came with some tape and mailed it for me.

Here's my question though, why the h@*l do you need to have clear tape?! Seriously, why the crap does it even matter?! And don't you think they should put that up somewhere so people actually know that?! Maybe I'm stupid and its like universal knowledge that you have to have clear tape, but I just don't understand WHY. And really could they not have just helped me out? A hugely pregnant women struggling with her three kids, waiting for half an hour, they couldn't have thrown me a bone? I seriously hate them right now. The last month of pregnancy is a scary, scary thing, don't you think?

p.s. I'm super crabby right now. (Shocking isn't it?)

p.s.s. I think one of my rib's is out of place, or cracked or something...has this happened to any of you with your pregnancies? Did they do anything for you? I need some help because I am so at the end of my rope.

p.p.s CURSE YOU POST OFFICE!! *fist shaking!*