One of Ricki’s biggest pleasures is that often, as she arrives home from school at 1:10, she is the first one to reach the mail (which arrives around noontime).
Strutting in with the self importance of the task at hand, she will start distributing the letters. Meanwhile, I am in panic.
Several of the family members are living out of the house, and their mail has to be saved. And anything not marked with a name, Ricki has a tendency to adopt as her own, meaning that I can miss important items.
But worst of all are the various things marked with my husband’s name. Almost all of these items are really for me, and my fear of missing a bill (let alone a friend’s wedding invitation) is considerable.
The problem is that anything she has to deliver to someone she can stash away in her drawers, planning to do it “later”, or she can put it somewhere where it is likely to get misplaced, blown in the wind, etc. In addition, she can take some items and simply chuck them out. (Like letters from the Down syndrome society, charity appeals, etc.)
As I write this, I am thinking of a solution. First, I have to sit down with her, and agree on the set places for each person’s mail. Secondly, I think that I should type up a letter or two for her to receive. Maybe if she gets some REAL mail, she will be less possessive about everybody else’s.