Anticipation is overrated

It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog post, so those of you who actually read this without my begging you too, sorry about that.  This thing called life keeps getting in the way of the things I really want to do, like write and sleep.

I’ve been writing many blog posts in my head but sadly they haven’t created an APP for retracting thoughts yet!

There has been a story in my head for almost an entire month that I kept meaning to write but haven’t quite had the time.  So I thought I would steal a moment to torture you with my stories.

Without further ado:

Last month, it was a sunny May weekend, and for once my husband was off so we got to hang out doing all of the fun things we do together.  Thrilling things like cleaning the house, doing laundry, getting groceries and doing errands.  What can I say we’re living the dream. 

Anyway, I fail to mention I was very excited that day as I had received a notification from Canada Post that I had a package waiting for me at the Pharmasave post office and I could pick it up any time after 1pm.  So I went about my errands happily anticipating whatever lovely surprise awaited me in that package.

I should have known better, I really should have, but I do have moments of hope that someone could have actually sent me something great.  But back to the story

We pulled up to the Pharmasave just after 1pm to get my long anticipated package and I barely waited until Scott pulled into the parking spot before jumping out.  I practically skipped into the store and stood impatiently in line while the lady in front of me wrote the address on her package she was sending.  (Who doesn’t have that already prepared before coming to the post office, seriously?)

Finally, after what seemed like twenty minutes but was more like two, it was my turn.  I handed my slip to the lady and hopped from foot to foot while she went to retrieve the package.  When she handed me the package I turned it around to look at it and saw the box on the outside.  I thought to myself, “no, that can’t be what it is, what would they send me...”

Stubbornly I marched back to the van and got in and wrestled with the massive amounts of tape to get the package open.  Scott was watching me like I was a lunatic (which I am but that’s besides the point).  Finally, success!  I opened the torn lid and looked inside.

Yep – a sample of baby formula.

Talk about the world’s biggest let down.  Here I had wondered all day who could have sent me a package not once thinking it was a very unintelligent marketing gimic that was sending me formula FOUR YEARS TOO LATE.  Nice.

I think maybe the world was trying to tell me something, I had been feeling sick for a couple of days prior to the package, I was moody and my boobs hurt.  Then the formula.  I think the universe was conspiring against me.  Good thing I screwed them over by having my tubes removed last year.  Phew, me one, universe, oh never mind, who’s keeping count anyway.

 I wonder what I’ll get next, maybe a sample of incontenance “underwear”.  Fun times.  Really.