#16

Today has been a day...

It's Wednesday, which means PWOC. And that also means that there is a 99% chance that my husband will need to do 5001 things that all make me late. Really, every flippin Wednesday, there is something. I know it is not his fault, I do. But that does nothing to ease the frustration. So yeah, I was late again. Oh well.

During PWOC I got mad at myself. I just really don't like showing strong emotions in front of people... But the simple enough question brought up a lot of stuff for me. Gr. I mean, yes, bible study is supposed to touch you on a spiritual and emotional level. I just don't like it to touch me in that way...

The rest of my afternoon was a mess as well. J got off early, because the company was having a Christmas thing. So I picked him up. We were going to go to the Christmas market to finally get gifts for his family (because he refused to do this earlier, and I was tired of waiting for him, and I needed to mail stuff out but refused to go to the post office multiple times...). But he didn't want to.

So nap time found the girls not sleeping, J playing his stupid freakin computer game, and me running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I took glass and cans to the recycle center (I loathe Germany sometimes. Really, if recycling is mandatory, you should pick up the cans and glass at the curb. Geez). I was still dumping stuff when they were supposed to be closing. Sorry, guy.

Fast forward to the commissary. I just needed to grab WIC stuff and a couple extras, like a baguette, eggs, butter. I forgot the bread. And I almost fell. And I dropped my butter twice before I paid for it.

Next, I went to the post office. And I think the best way to describe that debacle is a good old "Are you serious?". I had to mail things to 5 different people. That is 5 boxes to tape, 5 address labels, 5 customs forms. 5 pains in the ass. Oh, and the P.O. only carries priority boxes and envelopes. So expensive pains in the ass. And the guy that works there, who is usually nice, was a total jackass. I know you have to ask if I am sending explosives, perishables or liquids. everything I go in there you ask me. Most times, I answer BEFORE you ask me. But today you had to be a jerk about it. Thank guy, because I was having such a wonderful day.

I get home and the husband is still being a jerk. Wait, lets be fair. The husband and I are not being nice to one another. We are on each others nerves and the slightest thing is a big deal. Both of us are to blame. But this is my blog, dang it. So I am mad at him because he is being a jerk.

We didn't go to the Christmas party. J is antisocial and because of that, the girls missed out. That makes me a little mad. A lot mad. Not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but I feel like the Christmas spirit is dying here and a little party would have helped. But nope. Maybe next year.

The highlight was my time at the German grocery. I ran in to grab a baguette, and was hoping to get a bottle of gluhwein as well. All they had left was a yucky gluhwein. So I grabbed a couple sodas (in glass bottles), my bread, and a couple other things that caught my eye. I stand in line, the slowest one, of course. As I am putting my purchases on the conveyor belt, you guessed it, I dropped one of the glass soda bottles. It crashed to the floor, glass shatters, soda splashes, everyone turns to look. Yep, that just made my day.