I had that moment today where I laid my head down on the box and could feel the tears coming. I couldn’t stop it I was just so frustrated and upset. And right there in the middle of the post office I cried. I kept telling myself to pull it together and just breathe. The postal worker was doing everything she could to help me and I wasn’t mad I was just tired. Tired of having all my care packages for my husband, David, sent back to me. I verified his address again and he is getting packages from others but none from me, his wife. I feel awful that all the cards, letters and photos he asked for are now sitting in my living room again. When he said his buddies were getting handwritten letters and he would really like one it was like a stab through the heart. I wanted to exclaim “But I have written cards and letters!!”. I have written cards and letters, in fact every box has at least one, some have multiple but those 4 boxes are once again sitting in the living room I so lovingly prepared them in. Now they have big ugly stamps on them that I cannot read and they are beat to hell. (I have learned to tape better after seeing these boxes again)
So there at the post office with all of this weighing on my heart I cried. He knows I’m trying and I know I’m trying but I feel like he is the kid at camp that never gets mail. I have phone calls to make tomorrow to try to sort this out but tonight I’m beat down in frustration. At least I can look at the beautiful flowers he sent me today and resolve my determination to get these letters and photos to him some way some how!
Update: David just received one of my care packages! I’m doing a happy dance now!!!