There is, however, one relationship I have that is really shitty. Thank you notes. UGH, gah. We don't get along. They hound me. Then I rebel by not paying attention to them. I mean I love them, I know how important they are, I know how meaningful they are to others, but because they nag me, I get all, "Yeah, well, then I'm just not going to DO you, then." Isn't that mature of me?
Below is a picture of just a few of the thank you cards I've ordered over the last few years. I find the perfect picture. I add some generic words of thanks. I order them. They arrive and then sit on my kitchen counter for a month as they taunt me. Then I get pissed at them and I put them in the cupboard where they die. I'm not sure why I can't just sit and write a few sentences to each person who so generously thought of me (or us, or the kids) and send it off but the task seems too daunting. Even if I vow to do only 5 each night, I just can't seem to do it. What's that about? It's just laziness because I really am ever so grateful to all who think of us.
I ordered 40 of each of these. I still have 40 of each of these.
I am vowing to change that and this is my first step. William's party was last week (I know, sorry I never mentioned it or didn't share it with you) and our friends and family were so generous and thoughtful. They deserve thank you cards. I didn't want to spend another $50 on cards that just sat so I took the WEEEEEENY way out. I actually printed a message inside so that if it comes down to it, I can mail them as they are. Mom will be horrified, I know, but I figure it's better than not sending anything at all. Am I right? I'm taking baby steps to get back into the thank you card game.
The front. Thanks, Misty, for the picture!
I know. Don't judge.
Have you seen this blog? I love it and I admire her. I bet her thank you notes are beautifully handwritten and are sent for even the smallest of gestures. I'll get there, too. Someday. I just need to put it on my list.