Post office trip gone bad

I went to the post office today to mail a package to my friend in Spain. Of course it would happen that on the way to the post office both boys fell asleep in the car. So I get to the post office and have to wake Max up and he is super crabby. He is crying and carrying on and of course wants to be held. So I am balancing him a car seat that weighs 8000 pounds and a box that is the size of a milk crate. I some how manage to get into the post office while all the while people are looking at me like, "thank God I don't have kids" and not bothering to hold a door open. I set Micah on the floor at my feet, I put max and the package on the counter that is before you get to an oh so unfriendly postal worker and start filling out the international claims form that I always have to fill out when I send a package to Spain. The form is not hard to fill out but it takes a minute to do it. Max is trying to color all over his face with a pen and Micah is starting wake up and cry. I finally get up to the counter with my hands full and the postal worker...A.K.A. jerk face says to me, "did you know you have the wrong form filled out?" I wanted to say, " If I knew that don't you think I would have filled out a different form to begin with." but instead I said, "this is the form I always use. He then advises me that my box is too big to use that form and I will have to fill out another one. He also tells me that with the bigger box I have to purchase insurance for $30 on top of the $30 it will cost to ship the package. Okay, there is no way I'm spending that much to ship a package. So I tell him to just forget it and then have to load everything back up into my arms and head back to my car. I was so upset that I had just gone through all of that for nothing I almost cried. So now I will have to find a smaller box and go back to the dreaded post office. This time I will go on Saturday morning when Jason can stay home with the kids. Okay, I'm done venting.