The struggle is real

I felt the need to share with people that might actually understand how much of a struggle this is…

I had a couple of packages that I needed to take to the post office (already labeled, just had to be dropped in the box) and my husband asked if I could take a package he needed mailed. The post office has an automated kiosk for mailing packages (no need for people!), so I said sure. But when I got to the kiosk, it said mailing packages was temporarily unavailable. I went back to my car and decided my husband could take care of it. I even started the car before telling myself I was being ridiculous and there was no reason I couldn’t go to a counter and have a person help. So I went back inside and talked to a person and got it mailed. Of course, I apologized for not having a label, then apologized for taking time to write the address. And there wasn’t even anyone waiting behind me! 🤦‍♀️

Then I needed to return some shorts I’d gotten for my daughter from Amazon. There’s a drop off place inside Whole Foods and it said you just have to bring it “in original packaging” and show the barcode they send you. My brain built it up into a huge deal. My daughter had thrown away the plastic bag they came in and I was afraid that was the “original packaging” they wanted. But when I went in I placed the shorts on the counter, showed my barcode, and that was it. No big deal, even though my brain tried to tell me they would laugh in my face and send me away. 🤦‍♀️