“It’s the Scrapbooks’ Fault!”

One day, I had a day off from work but DH was working, so I was responsible for getting one of our kids to a sports practice at 4:30. The kids and I got busy cleaning house that afternoon but I had been watching the clock and, meh, I still had plenty of time.

I decided to do a deep clean of the bookshelves in our living room that happen to hold my scrapbooks, along with books, photos, etc. I started at the top, took each item off the shelf, dusted it, dusted the shelf, and replaced everything. Then I cleaned the next shelf and the next until I got to the bottom row where there are about 20 scrapbooks.

At first, I was just going to do the usual dusting procedure but then I decided to look at “just one,” the album of our beach week in 2003. {Remember that awesome sunset? And the whale that got stranded on the beach?}. Which led to “just” the album with all the Christmas cards we’ve received since about 2004. {Wow, look how much their kids have changed! Wasn’t this an awesome Christmas letter?}. And then “just” the mini-album of a pumpkin patch trip, the 2009 family albums, the one I made for DH on his birthday one year, …

… then I panicked, looked at the clock … and it was 5 minutes before we were supposed to leave for practice and NO ONE was ready. EEK! So we scrambled getting ready and tripped our way out the door. Phew! Made it to practice only 1 minute late.

All I have to say is, “Hey, it wasn’t my fault. Blame it on the scrapbooks.”