If my computer hadn’t crashed and I could still upload photos, you could see my dining room table absolutely sagging under the weight of patterns being packed. You could see shipping boxes stacked, and maybe even a shot of the little hand-written note of thanks I put in each box. You could see Abby helping me load the packages in the Suburban to take to the post office, while wearing her new hand-me-down Lellie Kellie shoes, of which she is preposterously proud.

You could see me, balancing my purse, keys, phone and a three-year old while I try and carry ten boxes into the oh-so-helpful post office, and then you could see Abby pulling on my arm whining that she has to go potty right now. You could see me dragging the postal cart out to my car, in the rain (of course) to unload the rest of the boxes to ship, and then you could see the postal lady tell me I had not used the flat-rate shipping boxes, and it was going to be $25.14 per box, unless I wanted to unpack and re-pack them in the flat-rate boxes.

Then you would see Abby pee on the floor of the post office, and me sopping it up with wipes from my purse. There might be a photo of me, now disheveled and messy, kneeling and re-packing my boxes with a pair of kids scissors and the roll of flimsy tape the post office lady loaned me, because the flat-rate box was only $14.25, and I had ten of them. My math skills are not good, but even I could see that was a no-brainer.

Then you would see my whole purse dump out on the floor at the post office while I tried to find my debit card, just as the lady who owns the print-shop that does my pattern printing walks in, and she wants to chat, as I stand amid mutilated cardboard boxes, torn tissue, and pee-spots on the post-office floor.

If only I’d had a camera…

Everything shipped today. Onward and upward…

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