This was “one of those days”. The day was leading up to failure
since Wed night.  I went to bed around midnight and woke up at
4am.  Thursdays Amelia & I get up at 6:30, and sadly I could
not fall back asleep.  I can usually catch up after she leaves -
and I did for a little bit – but I have been waiting 10 days for work
and Thursday was the crunch on a project due Friday.  I had to
learn the system and fix bugs all day, what a nightmare on 4 hours
sleep.  Esp since I’m one of those people who needs more like 8
hours than 6 every night.

Ok, so for sure I’ll sleep like the dead Thurs night, right? 
WRONG.  Somewhere, somehow on Thursday I picked up some virus that
resembled food poisoning.  I’ve actually been having stomach
problems on and off for a few weeks now.  Hm, guess what time I
woke up in screaming pain?  4AM.  I lay there for over an
hour with periodic bathroom runs before it occured to me to take some
Mylanta.  It helped, but soon hubby was up getting ready for work,
and as I was lying in bed begging God to let me get more sleep, Zoe
woke up around 6.  (I’m the kind of insomniac that finds it nearly
impossible a lot of the time to fall back asleep once I’m up.)

Another grueling 9 hours of work on Friday, then it’s back in
bed.  Chris said he was going to bed early, so I decided to wait
for him – I feared falling asleep and having him wake me up
accidentally.  So I should get some rest, right?

WRONG.  Zoe woke up at 4:30am and I had to give her the bottle
because Chris was a saint enough to take me to my mom’s house (never
drove there before and can’t drive when I’m too tired) to give her her
pills.  (Don’t ask.) Came back home and tried to get some sleep,
but I’ve been waiting 2 weeks for my new glasses and the place closes
at 1, so we didn’t get the rest we could of.  The girls were wide
awake anyway.

Now, here’s where it gets good.  Or, actually, BAD.

I go to the eyeglass place.  I HATE contacts, so I’m a nut
about the perfect glasses, and I like how I look in them.  I can’t
see worth a darn in the ones I’m using now, so this was long
overdue.  I need bifocals because my eyes are now officially
radically different (one near sighted, one far) – so I got
progressives.  Chris picked out this AWESOME pair, that I was too
chicken to try, but I loved them.  I sat there for 20 minutes
trying to figure if I should go with practical or cool.  Didn’t
want wire and the cool ones were plastic. I finally decided to go with
the cool ones.  I left really psyched, because I NEED these and
they were by far the coolest glasses I’d ever bought.

You know what happens next, right?  Instead of 7business days,
it took 9 and they called me Thursday to pick up my glasses and I
couldn’t come til today.  I’m so psyched to see my sleek red
supercool glasses, I sit, the girl opens the box, and …

There are the brown wire glasses.  Now, I’m EXTREMELY
overtired, sick, and it was nearly impossible to be Christian, so I
lost it – without saying a word.  First I said, “No, this is
wrong, I ordered red ones.” To which the girl VERY STUPIDLY said,
“These ARE red.” Ok, they are brown wire frames with a little red
plastic for the part over your ears.  I said, “No, no, no, these
are not the right frames at all, the ones I wanted are plastic and
red.” Another woman who was there when I ordered comes out, and she and
me and Chris scour the place – and guess what?  No red
frames.  Not at all.  Now I’m barely keeping a lid on my
fury.  I get snooty and the woman helping us says (unhelpfully):
“Those are the ones in that Cathy put in the box, so that is what you
ordered.” To which I said, “I’m telling you that Cathy must have put
the wrong ones in the box.”

Now she’s looking at me like a psych patient, as if to say, I’m imagining these frames (oh yea and Chris too).  Now she tells me that I’ll have to wait until Monday to talk to Cathy herself.

OK, the woman who DIDN’T place the order is telling me I must be wrong
- do you honestly think CATHY is going to admit that she screwed
up?  Especially since we can’t find the glasses?  And they
have a CRAP selection, about 80% of their frames are wire, which sucks
when you have a child who will twist them.  (And if you’re
thinking, “Just keep her away from the glasses”, you’ve probably never
had a 3 year old.) The woman starting giving me the Bitch Routine (so I
guess the adage of the customer is always right only applies to sole
props like myself??).  I tell her I’m sorry I’m bitchy but I
haven’t slept in 3 nights and I’m really upset.  I never once
raised my voice, but I think it was probably nastier than volume would
have been.

I get back in the car and tell Chris, “You have NO idea how angry I
am right now.” I’m not sure what to do, but I really hated the glasses
they incorrectly made up for me.  This SUCKS.

Add to this I’m not sure if my sister is playing the “I’m pissed at
you but not going to tell I just won’t invite you over anymore game” to
get back for not fulfilling all her wishes as they arise, and I HATE
that.  People, if you are angry at someone confront them. 
Passive aggression is the WORST game you can play on someone. 
Strap on a pair and tell them you are pissed.  We broke up with
Chris’ aunt and uncle because they were angry at us for like a year and
never said a word.  It’s just wrong.

ok, I’m off to bed.  Wish me luck that I can SLEEP.