Post Office Fail

Due to Jack not having a nap, he just fell apart in the middle of the quiet post office line. He wasn't bad, just devastated he couldn't get a treat. They know us too well and spoil my boy. He was sobbing. Sadly, this late in the pregnancy, I could not pick him up. Also, the sweet lady taking care of us put in the wrong zip code and had to start over making the visit more uncomfortable. I remained calm, but I am looking forward to his bedtime tonight. Mama needs a mental break.