In the drivers seat.

Today I was unpacking, yes there are still a few boxes around, my scrapbooks. I took time to look through all 8 of them. They span 2000-2009. I fixed any letters that the glue no longer held, and I remember that I am actually pretty damn amazing at making lovely layouts. I shelved the books, color coordinated and realized that I had yet to purchase an album to store 2010 pages. That says it all. And my cutting blade was super duper dull. A trip to Hobby Lobby is in store later tonight. Just necessities that I used to buy in bulk; glues, album.

I have not scrapped but 2 pages since October 2009. I got into a "every time I try to do a page a baby crawls up my ass" slump. And that's where I have been stuck. Not to mention, having it all packed up, moving 1200 miles doesn't help. And trying to set up a studio as spectacular as my last. Hello, the new office room is green, how can that be stellar?

This morning, while the kids were coloring/eating the crayons, I took time to attempt to put my area in a more functional set up. I am quite pleased. I am ready to work.

Ohh but that brings up issue #346, I have to print out photos. Since going digital, so many photos are lost in my computer and not on actual glossy paper no. 5. I used to print at least 2 a month, but now I am many months behind. I'd say at least 6 months. I have yet to print any here in Mankato.

This also pops up more issues like, maybe I should be reading to my kids or playing trains instead of wasting time gluing pictures on paper.

Which brings up a major issue: Balance. Life is hard enough with 3 kids, a needy husband, a job, reading, blogging, dolls, photography, biking and life in general. Notice I didn't say cooking or cleaning? It's because my priorities are in check if nothing else. I need one more thing to keep me busy like I need a snapping turtle in my underwear. Seriously.

Another thing that scares me (not that it will matter when I am 6 feet under) but until then, I worry about where all those albums will go when I am gone. I doubt that my boys will ask for them. I know that Jordyn will, and does now, cherish all hers. But that's alot of my time and love (again with the balance) that I have put into those books over the years. They mean the world to me. The stories, the memories, the way all of us have changed. And I'd hate to see them pitched.

It's a great thing that I set aside an extra hour for worrying today.

Soo I think there may have been a point somewhere in all those rambling paragraphs above. If there is and you find it, email me the details. No, seriously, I think I was getting to the point that I remember that I love scrapping, no matter what or where they'll end up or who looks at them, and that I will try to add it back to my life, even if that means duct taping the kids to chairs for half an hour. Joking. Maybe. We'll see how they behave.

The photo is a page of a art journal that I flipped thru today too. It made as much since then when I made it in June 2008 as it does today, two+ years later.

PS- Lewis I Love You.