I've been keeping up. Although i have changed my rules just a tad. I've figured that if i get two layouts done in a weekend then I'm still keeping up on my end of the LOAD. That means that if i start a two page layout on Saturday and then finish it on Sunday, I'm still good. Weekends are just so hard. The kids are home. DarRell more times than not, is working. And without those few hours during the day when Sam is sleeping and the kids are at school, i just can't always get a layout done in a day. I usually only get a few minutes here and a few minutes there to throw together a layout and to me, that just doesn't cut it. I can't feel good about what i do if i don't like what i do. This last weekend was the worst. I did finish my layouts but it took me two days (Saturday and Sunday) to do a simple two page layout. But i am proud to say that i haven't missed a day (unless you count the change to my rules for this last weekend).


Here they are:
Day 10: Just Brothers

Day 11: Egg Dying
(i haven't put the date on this one yet because I'm not sure when it was. I'm thinking it was 2003? but i really gotta make sure)

Day 12&13: December 25



It kept the kids happy. Even for Sam, who happened to be even more unusually upset tonight (sure hope he's not coming down with some yucky something). As i sit here typing, he's in his crib having a rough night. Seems like Wednesdays are always rough. Lots of rushing around and what little routine we have is just blown out of the water. The kids take it rough not having DarRell around when they go to bed and there just doesn't seem to be that winding down peroid that we all need. I get home from work, and DarRell leaves for work. He comes home later than usual, with just enough time to say hi and then he's off to firemeeting. The kids and i have a late dinner (a rushed one at that). Things are so stressful by then that by 8:00 i'm sending kids off to get ready for bed. If its a good night, then i get a few hours of scrapping to myself. If it's a bad night, then i curse under my breath and wish that DarRell were home with the kids instead of playing poker with the guys after firemeeting. Tonight, it's a combination of both. Sam is sleeping restlessly, crying in his sleep, tossing and turning and just plain making me nervous (i'm paranoid about nighttime sickies and i just have this feeling like it's going to hit soon). Rianne keeps "hearing things" and needs company (and Daylon doesn't cut it). And Daylon, he just wants to sleep but Rianne keeps talking. But, i did get in a few scrappy hours, and busted out a layout in a about 2 hours, which for me, is excellenct. Watched the end of a movie i started earlier and got a chance to blog and all just in time for DarRell to get home. And thank goodness. Having him home makes me feel better when Sam is restless like this. I may not sleep better but at least i know that with DarRell here, i can handle things a bit better.






