It's only December 20-I have all my out of town gifts mailed! How is it that every single year I vow that I will have everything gone by the 10th or 15th at the very latest, and yet every year I am racing to the Post Office, contemplating paying the outrageous prices for Express Service? (I went with Priority this year, I think there's still enough time, although with the weekend thrown in I could be wrong.)
I think I kind of amused the guy behind the counter. Thankfully I had no kids with me--but I had a huge box for Matt's mom and a laundry basket with a box already packed (but not taped or addressed!)to my friend Jenn, plus several bags that were packed with items going to other addresses. (Naturally, I recycled a whole bunch of boxes from mail orders on Wednesday morning, not thinking ahead to the Post Office--so I had to buy three boxes for the remaining packages.) I spent about 20 minutes packing, taping and addressing boxes, placing them one by one on the counter. The post office I went to is a very small one--even so close to Christmas I was alone with the one worker nearly the entire time. One person came to the counter and a couple of people came to their P.O. boxes--that was it. So he watched me do all the packing up, taping and addressing. We chatted a bit, commiserated about the difficulty of getting everything done, and he confided that he hasn't even mailed his packages. This I found hard to believe, but he insisted and seemed sincere.
Anyway, I am glad that everything is out of my hands now. I still have some gifts for people here to get, and we still have to deliver baked goods to our neighbors....