Took kids to 'work.' (my son's perception of kindergarten.)
Managed to part from girl kid without tears (hers) and sense of parental failure. (mine)
Drove to post office.
Found parking space. Wooo hoo! I'm amzing! I'm queen of everything!
Dragged parcels to Post office. Stood in line for half an hour.
My turn! Yay! I rule!
"You cannot pay for this with a credit card, I'm afraid. It's either cash, or personal cheque.
Dragged all parcels back to car. Closed door. Groaned.Rang Mr. Louie Louie for support.
Back home. Seems like I may be queen of everyting, but this everything does not involve:
3. Post office clerks