Fluffy Mail: A Lesson.

An example of fluffy mail... note the January Littlefox Package

Fluffy mail. The term can make just about any crunchy mama’s eyes widen, her pulse quicken and her breath pause. It is the term we have for mail that is, well, for lack of a better term, fluffy. Picture the unicorn scene from Despicable Me, “It’s so fluffy I’m going to die!” The mail can be cloth diapers, or covers, woven wraps, accessories and clothing... or, on a really good day, ALL OF THE ABOVE!

Most of these two hauls are us sizing up to Larges for Mr. R

Now, fluffy mail can also cause some other issues. There are women, like myself, who tend to get a little trigger happy and end up with, well, enough mail that can cause even the nicest mail carrier to feel a bit disgruntled at their heavy load. It can actually cause stress as many women race to beat their husbands home to retrieve the payload waiting and quickly remove tags and put things away in as though they had always been there. I have friends who do the same thing with new shoes. Quickly discard of the box, wear them and scuff the soles and put them in the closet like they’d been there for months. Then, when husband asks, “Are those shoes new?” they respond with, “These old things? No, had them for ages!”

** Not the most intellectually stimulating post, I know, but I was asked a few times lately what fluffy mail was and figured it warranted a brief explanation. Longer post to follow tomorrow about Mama’s Night Out on the Town!!