Tragedy!!!

I'm on my way into "town" to pick up a few things for dinner at the store and run by the cleaners to pick up my jeans (the maternity 7's that just so happen to be the ONLY pants that fit and I wear them EVERYDAY). I arrive at the cleaners first, handed the lady my ticket, waited patiently in the car for her to come back with my jeans so I might initial the ticket and happily drive away. It wasn't 2 minutes later she comes back with khaki old man jeans that look nothing like my 7's I dropped off the day before. I nicely tell her they aren't my pants...she double checks the ticket and says "are you sure?" Once again, I smile and say "I'm sure!" She goes back inside and I wait and I wait and I wait...After about 35-40 minutes she comes back and gives me the most terrible news..."It looks like your jeans got switched with another order." As I look at her in terror, I repeatedly ask "what now?" "How can I get them back" "What if they don't come back" etc...She proceeds to tell me that they have to wait a week to see if the person who got them brings them back and if they don't she says her supervisor normally gives a store credit. "STORE CREDIT??? I ask " You mean to tell me you are going to give me $250 store credit to a dry cleaners?! and you actually think I'm coming back here?!" I'm trying to stay calm at this point, really I am! She says that she will call me if they come back and if not we will try to work something out. I assure her that I will be reimbursed for the pants and will be driving by everyday until something gets resolved.

Of course, I call my mom and tell her the tragic news which she replys, "honey, you can buy more and its just a thing...we can't take it with us." Leave it to mom to bring me back down to earth in the midst of a seriously small issue in the scheme of things. Thanks mom! I love you! (For some reason, non important issues really seem a lot bigger/worse when you're preggers)

And if anybody reading this is like my friend Kelsey...I'm sure you're thoughts are "who dry cleans their jeans?" Well, I do! I guess not anymore...at least not there! I'm so hoping whoever got my pants will return them. Hopefully they don't need maternity jeans and are thinking about the little ole pregnant girl without pants :) If I ever needed a glass/bottle of wine...it would be now. Dang!

Ok...I'm done now and happily eating my jar of nutella while watching TV. I'll keep you posted on the mystery of the lost pants. Pray for my sanity. :)