Pathetic

Last night I was contemplating what a pathetic scrapbooking mother I have been. Regardless of the craziness of the past year of our lives, I have done a less than adequate job at conserving my children's pictures and memories. As I was scrapping LAST Christmas and a couple winter events in Gavin's scrapbook, I began to feel overwhelmed by the task. I forged ahead, working until midnight, determined to at least start the New Year off right. So I'm closer to the goal, though the goal still seems two, no maybe three, football fields away. I am determined that one of my Christmas gifts to the boys will be their completely caught up scrapbooks - maybe not entirely appreciated now (though Gavin does like to look through them now and then), but hopefully in the years to come we will all gather around them on the holidays and share a laugh or a memory (while the Mommy turned Mom sheds a tear or two).