I hate being stupid
Why, why, why do I buy things off ebay? I sometimes score a decent deal with a good seller, but usually I am at least a wee bit disappointed.
This time I am massively disappointed.
I bought what was supposed to be a really beautiful maternity coat in my size. Problem? It is not really beautiful. The person had the “retails for” spiel on the listing, but I’m SURE she was lying. It was new with tags, but the price part has been ripped off. Big tip off there.
It doesn’t fit. It is too narrow through the shoulders, so even though I can get it on I can’t button it. Even if I liked it it wouldn’t work.
It reeks of smoke.
The seller is totally snarky.
There is a return policy, so I e-mailed her as I was instructed to do to find out the return procedure. She said I was probably wishing I would have actually read the listing (WHAT????) and that I could return it, but she thought it would be a lot easier for me to just resell it or give it as a gift. Because I know a lot of plus sized pregnant women in need of a maternity coat. Ok, so I know a couple, but sorry. I don’t like any of you enough to spend that much on a maternity coat for you!
Also, it is “TRULEY IMPOSSIBLE” that it smells like smoke because it is a “NONE smoking wharehouse”.
UGH. I checked her feedback before I bought, of course. It was 100% positive with thousands of transactions. I hate how ebay works. The feedback system is good in theory, but when you feel like they can hold your feedback hostage if you tell the truth about what happened, it really sucks. I don’t know what the answer to that would be. I guess they are doing the best they can with the system, but when people can just post a negative for a negative it doesn’t work out all that great.
So now I have to decide if I want to send it back anyway and use my merchandise credit for something else from her store or if I want to try to sell it myself. I don’t want anything else from her if she’s going to be such a snarky bitch and things are going to reek like smoke. How can I sell this coat for the same price I bought it? It is not worth that price at all. GRRRRRR.
And now Forest Gump is on and I don’t know where the flipper is and I HATE THIS FREAKING MOVIE!!!!!
I could be a little grouchy.
What else?
I got a flu shot today. Thrilling! Mike has the stomach flu. Even more thrilling! I really, really, really, really, really, really hope it is food poisoning and not actual stomach flu.
Anyway, I was hoping they would give Erik a flu shot as well, so I prepped him for the possibility. The ped’s office said to never call it a shot; call it an injection or vaccination. So I did and I told him it would feel like a pinch in his arm.
Then they wouldn’t give him one. I sort of expected that and was kind of relieved that I wouldn’t have to deal with his screaming.
Except he started crying when he realized he wasn’t getting one. “Please, Mommy! Please just give me my flu shot!” I don’t know why he was calling it a shot, since I was being oh-so-careful to use the less scary terms.
I told him I would call the doctor and make an appointment, but he wanted to go right away. Then the doctor said he could just get it at his 4 year check up in a couple of weeks, so he was freaking out even more. I finally had to distract him with ice cream. Isn’t that backwards?
I have to admit, I had a major freak out in the hospital when I was five years old because the blood tech wouldn’t let me watch him draw blood. I guess my son is a freak like me. Poor kid.
At least it means I am not squeamish about all the blood draws I’ll be doing in the next several months. They took five vials yesterday, which seemed a little extreme. By the end the vein was hardly pumping and the woman had to massage my arm.
I have an appointment next Tuesday for the nuchal translucency (sp?) screening. I’m excited to get another ultrasound, but not so excited for the reason. I’ll also have to see a genetic counselor. Things sure do get more complicated when you hit that magic number 35. I was telling my mom about it tonight and she started freaking out. I wish she wouldn’t do that. I don’t think there is much reason to freak out. I guess things could go wrong, but I’m much more zen this time. With Erik, I was convinced something would have to go wrong. There were just so many things that it felt like the odds of getting a healthy child were slim to none. Silly, now that I think about it, since the majority of kids are obviously healthy, but when you are reading all the statistics it gets a little overwhelming.
Guess I better get to bed since I will most likely be a single parent again tomorrow. Poor Mike. I’m just glad I am feeling a whole lot better. I puked my guts out on Wednesday and after that I felt about 80% better.
Erik tells me that tomorrow we are going to make a quilt–a big square one with yellow triangles and spots. We’ll see if he remembers that tomorrow.