I have a checkered relationship with our mail carrier. Actually, I think I finally did get my wish and he went bye-bye. Don’t know where he went and don’t really care. We haven’t had one piece of misdelivered mail/big package shoved into too small space in about a year. And I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of the man. Not that he had much hair.
I checked the mail today during the usual 11:00 time frame. First thing I see is a letter from our church labeled, “To the parents of Austin ___________.” And while I have never had one phone call, letter or even conversation about any wrong doings my son has done, I still immediately think, “What has he done now??” As usual he hadn’t done anything. I also got a couple of useless catalogs. Seriously, The Company Store and Land’s End, give our trees a rest. And don’t sit there and try to look so innocent Coldwater Creek and Eastbay.
I was leaving the house to do errands and checked the mail. “Funny,” I thought to my brilliant self, “we always get mail. Even junk mail. Please don’t tell me that the unmentionable one is back on the mail route!!”
We had a successful errand run in which my son could have potentially realized not once, but twice, that his mother might actually have a brain in her head. I was feeling all smart and stuff and may have been wearing an air of a bit of superiority at how clever I was. I knew my son was surely in the car pondering, “Wow, she’s actually got it together.”
Then I stopped to check the mail again.
I, too, see the irony.
We got in the house and I saw the pile of mail on the counter. At that point I honestly couldn’t remember if it was the mail from today or the mail from yesterday. I asked my son which day the mail was from and he remembered every detail with stunning clarity.
All this and I homeschool my kids, too.
Let the gravity of the previous sentence sit with you for a moment. I’ll be trying to figure out what day it is.