Paper Therapy.

Today was one of those days.
Tonight after I got the boys to bed
I was wound a little tight.
Really Tight.
I grabbed a nice TALL glass of Diet Coke
and headed up the stairs to my scrap room.
I needed paper. I needed to scrap.
Sometimes I feel like I have to justify my hobby
to others. Like the fact that I scrapbook makes
me less of a Mom than others that don't do it.
I've had people ask me why I do it. How can
I possibly find time to scrap when they can barely
Keep up with the kids, house, whatever.
Like because they spend EVERY waking hour
cleaning, cooking, caring for kids and I do those
things AND scrap, i'm a bad Mom.
Or not a BAD Mom, but why don't I spend my
time on my house or with my kids, maybe I should
bump something more important up
on the list instead of scrapping, because
surely there are more important things
I could be doing...
I like to do it. I take a million pictures.
I find things to take pictures of, so I can preserve
memories that will last forever.
Someday i'll be gone, and Daniel won't be stuck with a box
of photos he has no idea what to do with.
He will have beautiful albums. Filled with awesome
memories, of his life, our life, and
memories that he won't ever forget.
I'm a much better Mom after I create.
Tonight, I spent 3 hrs scrapping.
and yes, the laundry still needs to be folded,
and the kitchen will have to be cleaned before
I go to bed, and I probably should've swept the
floors. But, I cleared my head, I laughed, I spent time with
my hubby who was searching gun websites while I
scrapped, and I was ME. I wasn't Mommy, I wasn't
the maid and I wasn't the cook.. AND tomorrow, all that
will still be there, but I'll be ready to tackle it head on
without thinking about how it's all I seem to do.
I LOVE to scrap
I NEED to scrap
And..
it's cheaper than therapy!!!
Here are the couple layouts I did tonight..



The Journaling on this one reads: Somedays our day is crazy. Somedays we bicker more than hug. Somedays we cuddle ALL day. Somedays we spend hours playing trucks and tractors. Somedays you cry and whine. Somedays I cry and whine. BUT...Everyday I thank God from the bottom of my{heart} you are MINE..