I decided to start small, a practice scrapbook I guess, so I bought all matchy-matchy things and a "Scrapbooks Made Easy" guide to get me through the first couple pages. I figured I could finish three or four pages before bed. Well, I'm a scrapbooking idiot. I'm sitting on the floor with 50 sheets of paper, a million buttons, stickers, and ribbon, and not a clue. I almost "scrapped" (haha) the whole idea to watch some T.V. instead, but I forced myself to be Super Mommy and make my first page.
The page is all crinkly because I used the wrong kind of glue, I fought with the bow for fifteen minutes before I yelled "Fuck It!" out loud and just glued the damn thing on, the whole page is a little crooked, and I somehow managed to make it too big for the book sleeves because I had to cut off a good quarter inch strip to make it fit. Three or four pages before bed? That shit took me almost forty-five minutes.
As much as I'd like to hire someone to finish the stupid book for me, I have this overwhelming urge to hang my cover page on the refrigerator.
At this rate, Mady's practice scrapbook will be done by her first day of kindergarten. Go me!
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