Frustration...

Today, so far, has been a bad day.

I'm not even going to go into the majority of it, but the biggest part of it was that I was SUPPOSED to have a prenatal massage today. My wonderful husband bought me a gift certificate for mothers day so that I could go relax for an hour.... oh... to relax.....

I have an appointment at 11:30am, so Aidynn and I take our baths and get ready to leave the house. We grab the purse, diapers, wipes, snacks, formula, etc and head to Teri's house. I drop Aidynn off and drive 20 minutes to Fair Oaks to:

The Spa - Simply Skin

When I walk in the door and tell them I have an appointment at 11:30 I get blank stares.

"OH! You know, we are so sorry. We have been trying to get a hold of you all morning. The technician didn't come in today so we had to cancel your appointment."

My exact words were, "You've got to be kidding me."

I wanted to scream! "Do you know how much effort it required me to establish and set this appointment? To find a babysitter for my 11 month old! To get out of the house and be here at 11:30am on a Saturday morning when I work all fucking week!? Thank you! Thank you for wasting my fucking time!"

Instead, all I said was: "This is ridiculous. I can't reschedule. This required too much effort. I would like my gift certificate refunded please."

"Do you have your credit card?"

"No, it is my husbands. It was a gift for mothers day. He is in the Army. He is in South Carolina. Would YOU like to call him??"

"Oh, I am sure we can find it on file."

20 minutes later I am so frustrated that I am fighting back tears as I head back to my car to go pick up my daughter holding a slip for a refund that will post to my bank account in 5-7 business days.

When I finally made it back home... over 2 hours after I had originally left the house, it is over 100 degrees and both Aidynn and I are tired and sweaty. I discover that according to this place, "get a hold of you all morning" means ONE phone call - placed 19 minutes before the appointment was to begin.

So now, because I overdid it last night cleaning house THINKING that I was going to have a massage today, I am sore and achy and perfectly content to throw myself a pity party until I have to fight the heat again and go to the grocery store - because Safeway delivery service is all booked up until Monday afternoon and I am out of a lot of things.

Hooray for hauling groceries up stairs!

I hate fucking living in an upstairs apartment.