Grr!

So Aaron and I, trying to be ambitious people, decided it was time to tackle trying to build Kiddo's crib. It took my approximately 25 minutes just to get all of the pieces out of the box! I built all the drawers and began to assemble the pieces for the dresser/changer attachment when (cue "bad news" music) I discovered that a part was missing! OMG! WTH! WTF! I"M TRYING SO HARD NOT TO CURSE ON MY BLOG!!!

So, being pregnant and EXTREMELY hormonal, I decide to call the crib company. THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE A CUSTOMER SERVICE OPTION! I had to try to call the "parts" people, and of course it's Sunday so no one is there! I tried calling back to see if the "instruction" option would do us any better, and NOPE! The recording told us to go to their website and that they don't work with individual customers, only businesses. ARG! I left a pretty pissed off message for the parts people. I doubt they'll be calling me back after I "kindly" ripped them new butt-holes.

Then I called Babies R Us, where we purchased the crib. I SHOULD HAVE CALLED THEM FIRST! They were so nice and gave us tons of options: order a new crib, order the part, order the crib to the store and just get the part out of the box (I'm actually not sure how that last one is different than the first option really). We opted to order just the part so that we don't have to disassemble the drawers, try to pack this whole crib back up into the box and haul it back to the store.

This just caps off an enormously hormonal weekend. I've been all over the place. I actually took Friday off from school due to stress (terrifically terrible headache) because I was afraid that I'd blow my top at a student. (They've started to get pretty intolerable at times because graduation is close and they've left things to the last minute. Add to that working 3 nights a week and Saturdays to help students wrap things up before the graduation deadline. My tolerance for BS is -458 at the moment.) Recently, I've been having these laughing jags that can last for up to 20 minutes. When one occurs, I laugh so hard that I end up crying (happy tears) or I calm myself down just before I pee on myself. Then, I'll have crying jags over little things, like a sappy book/commercial or Aaron not letting me help do the laundry. It's bizarre. Over the course of this weekend, I've had two laughing jags, two crying jags, and after this crib deal, a jag of RAGE!

Wow...no wonder people think I'm crazy...