So, um, I have to make a scrapbook for Wally. Apparently every mother does one for their son for football. Don't start whipping out your pinking shears and shrieking how much fun this will be. Because I will slap you. Scrapbooking, to me, isn't "fun". I'm not the artsy-fartsy kinda girl. I just don't have it in me. I've seen these scrapbooks. They are well thought-out, well put together, touching tributes to your children. Complete with photos and quippy sayings and uplifting, appropriate comments. I'm not equipped to pick colors and coordinate this thing. I'm tellin' ya. This could get ugly. Even worse, it could turn out ugly and then, as usual, I'll lose that dang Mother of the Year award that I've been striving for - for almost 18 years! It will inevetibly cause a fight between Ward and I. "What do you mean you can't find his 4th grade football photos? What kind of a mother doesn't know where her kids pictures are at?" And once again, I'll be wondering who the hell made it the mother's duty to organize all of her children's keepsakes and why the hell I suck so badly at this.
So, I guess, by now, you're getting the fact that June doesn't like scrapbooking. And so, in true June fashion, I've procrastinated. I work better under pressure anyway. BUT, I opened the dang scrapbook, with the school mascot on it, that the booster club provided for us, and it has - get this - 20 pages! Holy crap. How am I gonna fill 20 pages???? Oh I think I'm gonna throw up.... And this is the point where I need your opinion, am I a bad mother if I take this book apart and take out, oh, I don't know, maybe 15 of the pages? I mean if I have to fill 20 pages, that's going to require me to tear my whole house apart looking for enough Wally memorabilia to fill those pages! I think I found a way to unhinge the thing and put it back together without making it look too mutilated. So what do you think? Hmm? Am I up for the most screwed up mother in the world award?