I feel like I'm in an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants.

OK first let me say that I really don't like feeling like this. If I could ban SpongeBob from my house I would. When I'm surfing the channels for the kids (man is it hard to please a 9 year old, 6 year old and 3 year old at the same time!) I have to force myself to not scream "Over my dead body!" when they all scream/chant "SpongeBob! SpongeBob! SpongeBob!"

I get that we all need a little mindless entertainment at times (which is why I often choose solitaire over a game of hearts with the computer because solitaire takes fewer brain cells) but my God I just want to poke SpongeBob in the eye. And Patrick.

One of the running gags the show does is showing a character doing something for hours or days at a time. The narrator will speak in a monotone voice and say something like "Two hours later." or "Twelve hours later." and the characters are doing the same thing they were "two hours" ago.

Which is exactly how I feel right now waiting for my dagone sensors! It's been freaking for-ev-er and they still haven't been shipped. I'm ready to scream. When I called the medical supply company last week they said they were still waiting for paperwork from the doctor's office. So I called the doctor's office and said the supply company was STILL waiting for the paperwork and the doctor's office said they'd take care of it right away.

That was Thursday. I didn't think I'd need to call on Friday to double check because I trust my doctor's office.

So Monday I called the medical supply company for an update thinking they'd happily tell me it will be shipped immediately only to be told that they're still. waiting. for. paperwork.

32 days later...