asphalt and fish

Yesterday was the day after Thanksgiving, which means it was the busiest shopping day of the year in the States at least. I really wanted to go zipping about looking for presents for the holidays. I wanted to eat lunch out. I wanted to sit and have a coffee at Starbucks and listen to the holiday music playing overhead and people watch as people came in and out fixating on what caffeine buzz they were going to splurge on.

But after thinking about it in more depth, I realized it probably wouldn't be the best time for me to do such a thing. Being so close to the delivery, and the roads being so trafficy, there really wasn't a reason good enough to risk getting into a car accident or being trampled by the shopping madness.

Not to mention, I was extremely tired.

My darling daughter woke up at 2:30am and decided that she wasn't tired. Despite my efforts to get her back to sleep, by 3:45am she was asking to have her toe nails clipped. By 4am she was hungry and wanting to eat, "eat! eat! pwweeze!". So there I stood in my kitchen making eggs and toast. She wasn't making it up though. She ate all of her breakfast and by 4:40am I got her to go back to sleep for an hour or so.

Starting your day in such a way really throws things off.

My husband and I did decide to go out for a bit. We drove to look at our land, and me and my brilliant ideas - I talked us into going to one of our cell phone provider stores to ~finally~ switch over our cell phone numbers from our old area of residence to our new area of residence. We've really been after getting this done for some time now so my husband agreed to it so we could get it over with.

Long story short about the phone store, the lady working was ~clueless~ and ~misleading~. And just in case any of my readers have forgotten this...I'm VERY pregnant. Which means I don't have a ton of patience and I have a lot of extra hormones cruising through my body. I asked the woman straight up if there was a better cell phone store in the area of our provider to go to to expedite the number changing - because honestly she was slower than molasses on a cold, winter's day.

She tells me no. That it would be JUST THE SAME because all the work has to be done over the phone yadda yadda yadda. Only to find out that this was a privately owned store and not a corporate store. A corporate store was just down the street. And a corporate store would have been MUCH better. Not only would they know what they were doing far better, but they also wouldn't be charging an EXTRA $50 for supplies. Excuse me, but having to spend an extra fifty bucks at YOUR store, makes the OTHER store BETTER. Simple.

I was noticeably irritated and really did my best to bite my tongue and be civil. She wasted over thirty minutes of our time. She should have been straight up with me and not tried to play games.

I grumbled the whole drive home. My husband thought it was pretty good entertainment to listen to me, although he too thought it was ridiculous. I'll go to the corporate store later and get the number switching taken care of properly.

Later in the day, we picked up some groceries for the weekend. The little one got to sit in the grocery cart car and adored her ride. I think she really thinks she is driving. Cracks me up. While we were shopping, it rained outside.

So when we left the store, it just stank. The parking lot smelled like asphalt and fish - and with that I decided we should go home and stay home.

It wasn't a good day to be out.