December 21, 2010

Christmas Mail

This morning I went to the post office to mail a couple last minute gifts. Everything went fine, except for the fact that somehow I managed to get my dad's Christmas gift stuck in the mail bin.



After waiting in a ridiculously long line, I notified the woman at the front counter of my predicament. She told me that what happened to me "happens all the time" and that someone would "try" to get the package out later that afternoon.

"If another customer doesn't figure out a way to get to it first," she told me with a hysterical laugh.

I too, would have found the situation very funny had I not already lost the will to live. By that point, Cameron had already taken his shoes and socks off for the seventh time and was trying to mountain climb up my leg.

The woman standing in line behind me had also already tapped me on the shoulder to tell me that my son was barefoot and that the ground was filthy.

Needless to say, I decided that my dad would survive without receiving a gift this year.

After all, it's the thought that counts.

12 comments

Dionne said...

Too Funny!
Cheers,
Dionne

I'm So Fancy said...

Print and frame that photo for him! Hilarious.

Jenny said...

I love it when people point out my children's obvious misbehavior, like I hadn't noticed it and they are doing me a favor by telling me.

Mrs. Tuna said...

Maybe the barefoot child could crawl in there and bust it loose.

Anonymous said...

Have you seen the video of the kid crawling up into the "claw" type toy machine? You know, the kind that you put in a dollar, and you move the claw with a joystick and try to grab a toy? A kid actually climbed inside one of those through the dispensing hole. Seems to me, you could train your kid to do those kind of jobs for you. Just sayin! HHAAH! I've got 4 of my own and another on the way, thinking of training my kids for this retrieving behavior....

jp said...

Unless a child is in serious danger just keep quiet people. Yes, when a child's feet (whose parents were no where around) was a quarter inch from the flames of a firepit I spoke up. But a little dirt? Pllllease! Tell that nosey person when kids were allowed to be dirty how much healthier people were. In a Purel free world, far fewer people had superbugs and MRSA. Dirt was the best way to keep healthy!

Lindsey said...

After spending three hours in the car delivering Christmas goodies, listening to my kids scream, stopping at Starbucks to get hot chocolate to stop the screaming,and then watching as they spill hot chocolate all over the van I too have slowly lost the will to live. When I finally got the kids in bed I thought to myself, "you know what would really cheer me up? reading the meanest mom blog." and I was right, it really did cheer me up. thanks for sharing!

Shannon said...

If it makes you feel any better, when mailing gifts at the post office this year, both of my kids (and me) were camped out on the nasty floor as we finished boxing things up. We set up camp in the corner and made quite a ruckus. At one point in time, my son was lying face down trying to get a roll of tape out from under a cardboard display. And there wasn't a drop of Purell in sight.

vanilla said...

If it would happen, it would happen to you.

Merry Christmas to you and yours. Including your Dad.

Rocket Ma'am said...

The post office also destroys my will to live, for identical reasons.

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Thanks,
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Bella @ If This is Motherhood said...

ROFL. OMG the stripping child thing sounds like my gremlin. Isn't it great when people worry that you might possibly NOT already KNOW that the floor is dirty and your child is getting naked. I love it.