6 months and counting...

...and I'm going slightly crazy.

Case in point: invitations and the fiasco that was this weekend.

Probably wouldn't have been that big a deal if I hadn't had this big plan in my head. "Here's what we'll do: we'll watch the Super Bowl (since we can't make it to a party this year), and put together the invitations, and at the end of the game, we'll have them all done, sealed, stamped, and ready to go! Productivity!"

Yeah. Not really what happened.

Some highlights:

-Getting to the post office at 3:07 on Saturday to discover that they close at 3:00.

-Attempting to print the addresses on clear labels and discover that they a) didn't line up right, b) smeared ink all over the place, and c) wouldn't feed correctly into the printer.

-forgetting the charger cable for the laptop that had all the addresses on it, and frantically trying to change all the names from "Bob and Sherry Jones" to "Mr. and Mrs. Robert Jones" as fast as I could.

-Eventually figuring out the labels, but having to remove them, one sheet at a time, and lay them on the couch so they could dry and not smear.

-Giving up on the idea of inside clear labels with the names and just handwriting it - with my out-of-shape cursive. (As in, I don't write in cursive. Ever. So it's out-of-shape.)

-Staying up until 11:30 p.m., and only finishing 30 invitations.

Holy crap.

It was awful. Probably doesn't sound as bad here, but trust me, it was bad. Why else would I burst into tears over ink smudges?

It'll all be over soon, and maybe then I'll return back to my normal, somewhat stress-free self. That's my hope anyway. 2 months seems like a long time...