I'll spare you the gory details, but basically our snail mail was piling up on the little table we have in our tiny entryway and for ages, no one claimed responsibility. We pay almost all of our bills online, but somehow we still get a bunch of paper mail. I was grabbing catalogs when I wanted some reading material, and that's about it. In short, we'd accumulated a massive pile of unopened mail, and the time had come to deal with it. Here's what I did to tackle our incoming mail situation.
Like many of you, my days aren't always my own. So I work in snippets of time - thirty minutes here, two hours there, nights, early mornings, weekends. I squeeze blogging and Instagram-ing and custom design work in the stolen moments while Owen is napping and Ben is at school, or in the rare, but miraculous afternoon hours when both kids are asleep. Or I wait until the dishes are done and the kids are asleep in the evening and rather than hang with Nick, I hole up in my office and work. Can I just say - it's not easy. It's not glamorous. And sometimes it's really overwhelming.