I'm dreading going to the mailbox...

Because it's the fifteenth- the deadline we set for receiving responses to the wedding invitations- and so far we've received responses to less than half of our cards. Half of my relatives haven't sent cards back yet, none of RXMs relatives, and about three quarters of our friends haven't responded.

Granted we sent them out just before Thanksgiving, and the Christmas season is a distraction, AND we probably gave a too-tight deadline...but apocalyptic visions are still starting to appear. RXM is much more upset than I am over this, as she's one of those massively punctual persons, who hates uncertainty. The stress of this situation precipitated a phone call to her mother the other night, which in turn spawned a really disasterous conversation, and then incredible amounts of upset. Even a call to my very sensible mother didn't completely help.

I'm one of those people with a sloppy sense of punctuality who tends toward the "Oh it's the 17th? I'd better send in my card", but the stress is starting to get to me as well. I'm really thinking we should have sent more invitations out, if most of the people we know won't be able to make it. I'm also thinking, that if we do follow up calls, I should be the one to do them, beacuse I'm used to doing that sort of thing. And it will spare RXM some frustration.

Now if I could only spare me MY frustration...