As I’ve mentioned before I haven’t quite gotten the knack of bundling up our little baby boy and carting him off to wherever I need to go. According to the pediatrician I really shouldn’t be dragging him out and about anyway, so I’ve been doing my best to spend time in and around our home.
Thankfully the Internet makes this task easier than ever. I can order my groceries online along with any other household necessities. Amazon and Peapod have been able to provide us with just about anything we couldn’t otherwise live without.
Two weeks ago I used a free coupon code to order birth announcements from Shutterfly. I thought about shipping them directly from the website, but I wanted to personalize the cards and add thank you notes to some of them, so I had them shipped to my home first.
As soon as they arrived I added my personalized notes, addressed them and stacked them on the table to be shipped. I just needed one last thing… stamps. Unfortunately, we didn’t have quite enough stamps to ship all of the cards out, so I went online to USPS and ordered some more.
I figured the post office would send the stamps out right away and that within a day or two I’d be able to adhere them to my envelopes and send the mail on its way. I could not have been more wrong.
I ordered three books of forever stamps over seven days ago. Each day I waited for the mail to come and was disappointed to find that the stamps still hadn’t arrived. I looked up the status on the USPS website, but my order was labeled “in process.” I didn’t know if “in process” meant my order was being packaged or if it actually shipped, so after waiting for seven days for them to arrive I gave up, bundled our little one up and drove to the local post office.
When I arrived I dragged the baby out of the car, along with my cards and the diaper bag and everything else under the sun and saw a sign on the door that read hours of operation 11:00 – 4:00. I arrived at 1:15 so I breathed a big sigh of relief. It was short lived. It turns out that this particular postal store is closed from 1:00 to 2:00 for lunch.
So I pack the baby and all my junk back into the car and drive down to the next nearest post office. There I waited in line and finally ordered and paid for three books of stamps.
Buying stamps just shouldn’t be so difficult. The mailman comes to my house six days a week, so why on earth did it take over seven days to receive a book of stamps? Argh!