There is a reason that Bryce gave me a mail scale for Christmas . . .
A couple of months ago, I had to take something to the post office for Bryce (probably job applications or something) and it just so happened that the kids had off of school that day or something, so we all had to go together. It was approaching closing time, and anyone who has kids knows that it is extremely difficult to go ANYWHERE quickly with 4 small children. Just getting everyone in the car takes 10 minutes sometimes! So, we are in a hurry. We get to the post office and remember that the main st. office closes early. Ok, everyone back in the car so we can make it to the main post office. We hurry inside, but being the polite person that I am, hold the door open for the man coming in behind me so it didn't slam in his face. Instead of him grabbing the door open for me to go on, he just walked right passed me. Oh. ok. Well maybe the two girls behind him will grab it so i can proceed to the line with my 4 kids. Nope. They rushed right passed me too (remember, its close to closing time). Whatever. So I get in the long line. The kids stayed close, except for Annabelle whom I had to just hold (who was fighting that idea). As I got closer to the line, Lucy and James started to get up onto a little platform where they display boxes and gift wrap and such. I snapped at them to get down, and they quickly obeyed by hiding under the little counter there. Next thing I know, the postmaster is calling out, "Who's kids are those?"
"ahhh, mine?"
"Well, they keep messing around with our bell button under that counter!"
"GET OVER HERE. RIGHT. NOW!"
everyone in line was staring at me, some experienced mothers with pitty in their eyes - but it didn't help. I was so embarrassed. I swore I was never going to take the kids to the post office again. And I hadn't until today . . .
Like I mentioned before, I got a mail scale for Christmas so I could print lables and ship from home. Well, we sold a book on Amazon and I couldn't figure out the media mail online. So, I had to go in. I only had Annabelle and James with me, but it is 10 degrees outside today (not including wind chill!); yes. TEN. yuck. Anyway, I went in, we were the only ones crazy enough to be there in the cold, so no line, luckily. I went up to pay and realized my wallet was in the car. So I bundled up the kids, got my wallet out of my car, locked the car. Shut the door. WAIT! MY KEYS ARE SITTING ON THE FRONT SEAT!!! AHHH! oh boy. So I went in and paid and had to call my wonderful neighbors to go into my house and drive my spare key to me. I am so thankful for them!
So, that's my post office story. If anyone could help me know how to click-n-ship media mail, it would be very helpful.
