I haven’t managed to mail out all the presents. I keep planning to but other important things just interfere with my time management. Huff.
I need to mail at least 2 boxes out. Z’ s and Shay’s. Everyone else will understand. Work this week is making it harder. I volunteered to work one of my usual days off. Monday, which is the only other day off I have to mail the boxes out. Cringe.
This basically means crawling my butt out of bed tomorrow early so as to get to the post office. Messing with my beloved sleep is evil, but I’ll do it.
Why are holidays soo exhausting?