So I still haven’t mailed them all out yet. Still.
I wait until Sunday to work on them. That’s the one day that I’m not doing school work, and not doing house work, and can allow myself the pleasure of the individual notes that I like to put in each one.
I do like to do it. I do.
But we had a longer morning than expected today. And now we have a different evening ahead of us than was planned. Not bad. Good. Definitely Good. Just Different.
And anyways, what difference does it make, really? It’s not like I’ve made my way to the post office to buy stamps. Somehow, at the end of a school day, when it’s four-thirty going on five and my feet are hurting and the children are tired and I just want to be in my Own House, going to the post office really doesn’t sound like something I want to do. Especially when there is a Line.
There is Always A Line at the post office.
So even if I were to write more individual notes in individual Christmas letters, I wouldn’t be mailing them tomorrow, due to the lack of stamps.
My Christmas correspondence is rapidly become Easter Mail.
