|my 4pm progress...not great!|
Even with the list, I've been distracted--Jake's train needed new batteries (both the remote and the train itself...where did I put the 9V batteries??), I posted a bunch of stuff for sale on the sale site here and people are coming by to look at things and buy stuff (very time-consuming!), and during Jake's nap time, he opted not to sleep and instead opened up his piggy bank and showered his whole room with coins. So much for my getting-stuff-done time. Just as I was coming back downstairs from that clean up effort, the biggest time-suck of them all arrived in the mail: our Christmas cards. I knew they were coming (hooray for me for being on top of things and ordering them already!), but now they are here...and I have to open the annual one-woman Christmas card factory. The factory hours are awful and the pay is literally nothing, but it's a dirty job and someone has to do it. It's such a process--I have to print our (much made fun of) Christmas newsletter, fold said newsletter in a way that it fits well in the slighty-too-small envelope, write a personal message/sign each newsletter, stuff the newsletter and photo card into the envelope, address each envelope, stamp each envelope, seal all the envelopes, and mail them. It is going to take me hours, and honestly, I don't even want to open the box and start the process! The box is currently taunting me on the counter.
|such a menacing little box|
Despite all my protests, I really love Christmas cards. I love sending them to 80 of our closest friends and family all over the country (and world!)--some folks we've known since we were born, some folks we've met at previous duty stations, some folks getting our card for the first time this year. I write a ridiculous Christmas newsletter chronicling our family adventures by month for the whole year--Dan endlessly derides my efforts and says no one wants to read about our lives in such detail, but I don't really care. :) I seriously love reading other people's newsletters--I get disappointed when we get a photo card with nothing written on it... I think Christmas cards should be personal--a (somewhat quaint) way to connect with friends and family in an impersonal world. I love reading cards and getting a little glimpse into their lives and years. When I visit my parents' house around Christmastime, I scrounge their counters for the Christmas cards that they have received, and then I read them--I don't even care if I know the people. Cards are one of my favorite holiday traditions, so I guess I'd better open that box and get busy. Hopefully I won't disappear into the black hole that is preparing Christmas cards for mailing...if you don't hear from me tomorrow, please send a search party to save me from my misery! ;)