So Santa decided to bring the boy a new bed for christmas since his is old and falling apart. I just tonight find out that we need to go get this fucking thing. Oh, it could have been delivered, if it had been mentioned when it was ordered six weeks ago, but now we have to go get it, and it's gotta be done TONIGHT, and so a quiet evening at home is now a hectic scatterbrained free for all clusterfuck because we desperately need to hunt down a truck.
I HATE RUSHING AND HURRYING! Someone else has once again made their problem into my problem.
I HATE RUSHING AND HURRYING! Someone else has once again made their problem into my problem.
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