Athletic event

I want to suggest a new Olympic sport: going to the post office in sub-freezing temperatures with three preschoolers in tow. All kinds of unusual activities are considered official Olympic sports, surely they will consider mine. This was something I should have trained for when I was single (and what mother wouldn't have loved me for life if I had whisked her packages and children away for 30 minutes or an hour, depending on the post office!?!). Side note: If you want to read the most hilarious blog post of the day on the Olympics (sounds a lot like "the most beautiful girl in the room" song) check this out. She needs to seriously consider writing a book!

Back to the P.O. When we lived on Lookout Mountain we had the best post office. I walked there each week with my firstborn and they weighed him for me until he grew too long for the scale. They knew everyone by name, and told me never to try to balance all my kids and packages, but to honk the horn instead and they would come out and help me. (I was never brave enough to actually try it, but it was nice to know I could.)


Our current situation is not so accommodating. I may visit the post office one town over, just to avoid the very long lines and the workers who seem to enjoy watching me try to assemble a priority mail box with one hand (with a wiggling 25 lb. baby in the other).

So, if you get a package from me in the near future, know that it was sent with all my love (and energy) and if you live on Lookout Mountain, take some candy or cookies to Steve and his coworkers on my behalf.