I Don't Get It.

[tasogareban]

So I'm basically posting right now because I'm sitting here in tears for an absolutely stupid reason. I think it might be that time of the month, or coming close to, because I was a mess at work for the second half of the day and the entire ride home. And once I get home I give my mom her delivery from Victoria Secret that she made me order from a catalogue. Basically the top she had me order is too small even though it's a medium. I basically put in the numbers from the book that she had marked. So when she puts on a top it doesn't fit. But she clearly has marked that she wanted that specific top and in medium and in Navy. So when it shows, the sleeves are too small. She demands I fish out the catalogue from the garbage can, since yesterday she was complaining that I leave all the catalogues around. Once I fish it out I show it to her, to let her know that the top COMES like that, with shortened sleeves, she goes, "If you saw it, you should have told me that. What do I want with short sleeves?" I looked at her in shock at that. I mean, why would I tell her the sleeves are short? If she's looking at the thing and it shows short sleeves, what would make you assume the sleeves are long and that I have to tell you so?

So I now have to return it, find the proper way to return merchandise and she follows me into my room and demands that I look it up online to see how I would go about doing it. I told her tomorrow. I just got home from work, it was a busy day, I don't want to deal with it. She snaps, "Don't forget. You always put it off."

How can I always put it off if I've never returned anything in the mail..?

Literally, she just dumped the magazine on me, blabbing on and on. And I just kinda shut down. Stared at the wall while she spoke. And the second she was gone I just burst into tears.

I have to be pmsing. I have to be.