Every December I stand in line at the post office and make the same vow:
Next year my husband will mail the packages for his family.
1 – Take all three children with him
2 – Fill out the customs paperwork
3 – Explain 17 times why the line doesn’t go any faster
4 – Hand out goldfish crackers
5 -Pick up and put down the two year old six times.
6 – Fill out different paperwork since the previous paperwork was for packages that weigh one ounce less than your package
7 – Tell the children 23 times to lower their voice.
8 – Wait while a woman trying to mail a package to Sweden doesn’t understand why her box needs to have an address or be closed.
9 – Sweep crushed goldfish under the counter and out of sight with foot.
10 – Listen to the post office worker explain the twelve thousand options for sending a package when all you want to do is scream, “JUST MAIL IT!”
Yes, I’m quite sure my husband will be the one mailing the packages next year.