You've Got Mail!

Today is Missionary Girl's first P-day, or so I was led to believe.  The stretch between drop off and hearing from your missionary is torture! I have been waiting ALL day for a letter.  I am not, eh, how you say, good at waiting!! If pacing the floor and hitting the refresh button on my email were Olympic sports, I would be the Michael Phelps of pacing the floor and hitting the refresh button on my email.  Okay.  Moving on...

No email.  No mail.  I checked our mailbox at noon and at noon thirty I checked our neighbor's mailbox! (Thank you for understanding Lori!)  Of course their mail box was chuck full of mail.  I was not happy! We have NEVER gotten no mail, and today it has to happen? Give me a break.

Two hours dragged by while I did...nothing.  Just thinking.  Wondering why I don't have an email.  Refresh button.  Check FB to see if any other moms got letters today.  Refresh button.  Thinking.

Then what to my wondering ears did appear? The sound of the mail truck, traveling near!

(I know I'm a crazy, please don't comment and tell me that.  I know!)

I went to the window and stealthily peeked through the blinds.  'Twas indeed the mailman (or in our case, woman).  I made myself stay in the house until she put the mail in our box and then I casually walked outside, like, hey, lookie here, the mail came today.  I guess I'll pick it up...y'know, since I'm out here anyway.

Bills, bills, fake important looking letters trying to get me to buy gold coins, Bed Bath & Beyond coupon...and...one small envelope, tucked in between it all that read:  mom y dad (and we don't even speak Spanish!)  I did NOT walk casually back to the house, but I DID at least refrain from tossing all other mail into the gutter.  I may have skipped... or galloped...I'm not really sure, but I do know I was hugging that small envelope to my chest and having a severe allergy attack of some sort. 

After finding the right chair (I take these things very seriously), I carefully opened said letter.  This is how it began:

"My dearest, darlingest Momsie and Popsicle,

There's been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz!"

Okay.  This is just one more reason why I LOVE that girl!  Quoting me a line from one of our favorite musicals, Wicked! I love it!! She's at peace, she's happy,  and she loves her companion, Sister L from Texas (no rooming issues!)  She has already dropped two bowls of cereal...during the same meal, AND, her P day is on Wednesday, not Monday...which is when I can expect an email! Yay. 

My darling, dark brown haired daughter then closed her letter with music notes and:

"for you see my roommate is...BLONDE!"

Advice:

• Save the letters in a binder or box.  They'll be priceless to the missionary later.
• Find something constructive to do with all that nervous energy.
• Sometimes emails from the MTC lie are inaccurate about P day.
• Kindly ask your neighbors to collect their mail daily, so you'll know if the mailman's really been by.
• Let your letter carrier know how important it is that they are timely.
• Be patient and don't reprimand them for not writing... if it's only been 5 days.
• Take a chill pill (oh wait, that's for me!)

(Disclaimer: Sometimes I jest.)