The Dreaded Thank You Notes

I am a bad person. I deserve to never get a present for as long as I live. My children both received birthday money from back in FEBRUARY, and I’m only now getting around to writing thank you notes.

What is it about thank you notes that hang over my head like an axe? I should be thrilled to whip out the lovely stationary, inscribe a thoughtful note to the sender and be grateful that they were thinking of us. And all I can think is—”Nooooo! Not more thank you notes! Shoot me now!” :loser:

It would be different if thank you cards could be typed or e-mailed (I think Miss Manners has now passed out cold on the floor). I could whip out those suckers in no time flat. But true thank you cards require good penmanship, nice stationary, and your very best manners. My handwriting is TERRIBLE. My three-year-old’s crayon drawings are nicer. For me to sit down and scrawl something legible requires a lot of time. While I’m pondering the nicest way to say–it was so thoughtful of you to remember us–my one year old is trying to eat the power cords, and my son is finding new ways to climb the kitchen cupboards to get into the hidden candy stash (reserved for days of receiving rejections in the mail or for those PMS days where if your husband dares to mention that the kitchen floor is dirty, he’s gonna have to duck. :rambo:).

But I knocked out seven of those this morning. And tonight we’re going to grill ribs on the BBQ and laze around. . .