Write a four line poem about: not what I wanted.
So, remember how I ordered Max's toddler bed frame? I went to pick it up, along with two other packages (bedding and a bedside lamp) on Friday. Brought them home, didn't open the other two packages until after Max went to bed last night. Left the big box for today.
You know, didn't want to get into bed building while he was sleeping.
Turns out? Didn't have to worry about construction noise waking him up.
My swearing, on the other hand...
You see, the box did not have a bed frame in it. It had a bike. This bike, to be specific. Lovely, truly, but not at all what I ordered. Not even close. Well, I guess bike and bed both start with b. Otherwise...
I called Walmart once the shock wore off. The correct package is (hopefully) on its way now. I'll be returning this one. We went ahead and set up Max's room anyway, the mattress is just going to be on the floor for a few days.
He's super excited about the whole thing. Has no idea there's anything to be upset about.
Or how much his enthusiasm helped his dad calm down.
I spent so many years chasing
After the girl of my dreams.
But now life has reminded me
That nothing's as it seems...