Today Samantha informed me (right before we walked out the door, mind you) that she needed to take some pictures of her as a baby for a workshop project at school. I quickly pulled out a few boxes from the chest in the front room, which is filled with scrapbooks, photo albums, and hundreds (thousands?) of pictures still awaiting a home.
I admit that I might have muttered something to the effect of, “Just to be clear, this is not going to be a habit. We do things for school the night before school. I am not going to be running around like a chicken with my head cut off every morning for the next 15 years.”
She found her pictures, and as she looked, it hit me that I really am behind on my scrapbooking. Not just a little bit behind, but really, really behind. A lot. And if I don’t take the time and table my blogging and facebooking and (gasp) knitting, I am really never going to get caught up. The thought of that…these pictures just sitting her forever in boxes and on memory cards and not in these beautiful books I’ve purchased makes me quite sad.
So it’s time. I’m going to table all else and catch up. I’ll start with Sam and Erica’s scrapbooks, because they should be the quickest to catch up on. Then Jessica’s. And then the family album.
This is going to be a major undertaking. But I undertake it with a plan.
I’d be less concerned about my follow-through if Samantha hadn’t forgotten those pictures on the front table. I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come.