I am the Worlds Worst Mail-er

 Ok I sit here and I think I am just awful, purely awful. I have things sitting in my laudry room that I have been meaning to mail for over 3 months now. Yep you have read that right over three months. Actually scratch that I have thank you cards from Mister's first birthday party back in September that I failed to mail out.

I am the worlds worst mail-er. The worst. 

 Right now my neice and her brother are sitting around playing without the toys we got them for Christmas, because they sit perfectly wrapped in perfect boxes I paid for and failed to mail. I bought The Marine a new pair of Oakley boots for Christmas and because he told me the wrong size they needed to be returned, another fail. My niece was teething again and I failed to mail out the last of the teething tabs I found (yes I understand they were recalled hence why I was mailing them don't get into it with me about those). I have pictures to be mailed to my mom and brother in North Carolina and I failed at those.

 Now normally I am good about mail. If I have stamps I can easily do that. In fact I have mailed out things that required only stamps with great success. It is not my fault my mail carrier here sucks at life and something happened along the way and they failed to make it to their destination (that happened a few times). I wish everything just required a stamp....or that I could wait by my mailbox and pay for the packages with my mail carrier right there and mail them out....IDEA PEOPLE!!!!!!!! In all honesty I am the worlds worst person at actually going to the post office and mailing anything let me list my reasons excuses:

1.  I am unsure where an actual close post office is near me. Yep lived in this house for 18months and I don't know where the closest post office is. I think it's on Wynn drive but I could be mistaken.
2. I hate dragging the children out for that. For some reaosn the post office can turn the worlds best behaved children into deamon monsters straight form hell. It's in the air I am sure of it. I have seen it and the look of dispare on the mothers face as she says over and over "they normally are so good for me" as the children throw boxes-rip papers-and write on walls with a marker...I could just wait till I have kid free time and go myself but ha...you must not know that kid free time never happens for me....ever. No family close enough to say hey come over watch these things while I go out to mail stuff...and a husband who works until well after post offices close.
3. That cost money and the cost keep raising and hey lets face it...I am cheap!!! cheap cheap cheap...I know what is the point of me buying things with great intentions then failing to mail them though... in my mind some how this makes perfect sense....just try not to think about it

 Sad excuses huh? I know I know but hey I have so much on my plate and my main reason of dragging two young kids out just to stand in line and fork over money is ugh in my eyes! So to my family I am sorry you know the worlds worst mail-er. Maybe some day they will make a pill for it!! One can only hope I guess. I do have a goal this week... some how if The Marine gets home in time...he needs to find me a post office! He can stay in the car with the kids I will wheel in my mounds of mailable mail and get it out of my house... maybe!