So, I'm feeling that the litmus for having-your-**it-together as new moms is whether you can get a birth announcement in the mail. Well, I sure didn't manage even to consider that. Therefore, Tier 2 of Having-Your-**it-Together is getting a holiday card in the mail. I really really really want to get this done.
But this is where I have a lesson yet learned. Because in my desire to be original, I've made it way too complicated. And today I HATE holiday cards. And I hate my printer and I hate the uncute templates available everywhere and I hate Microsoft Word (most of all!!!) and I hate photography. This is so not the first time I've taken the winding road.
Of course, looking over my mess on the dining room table (which my husband hates) is the adorable - and finished and delivered - holiday card from my sister with a photo of my 2 perfect nieces dressed in their holiday pajamas. The key to her success was forethought. I don't have that skill. I have Forethought Deficiency. It was bad before I was a mom and now it is complete dystrophy.
Of course, if you ask my sister how it all came together, she'd probably say that after that photo, she hates her kids.
Anyway, you may or may not get a holiday card from me and my adorable family. Because my printer just ran out of ink. And acquiring another ink cartridge right away would be a Herculean task for my skill set.
And as you can see, I'd much rather blog about it than do anything about it anyway.
Good night.
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