A word about scrapbooking

It's not that it is my primary concern or anything. But whether or not I will be able to persue my scrapbooking on the other side of the Atlantic was a legitimate question and concern. On those occations that I get out without a child, in the evening no less, it is usually to go scrapbooking. Several of my friends scrap and so much of my socializing occurs when I scrapbook or am talking about scrapbooking. I have also made significant investments in tools, materials, ect. So if I was not going to be able to use them for three years, it would be a crying shame. I knew Alex was seriouse about wanting to go when he started looking up scrapbooking stores in Essex, and seeing if various products were available there. He did find two relativly close to where we will be living, and altough I do not know specificly what products will be available, we did find that Creative Memories can be found and that the Cricut has recently come out. So, all in all it is looking pretty good. When we go for our pre-assignment visit next month I am going to try to find a store and see what they carry. I am ofcourse stocking up on what I can. This has resulted in strange looks from the sales staff at JoAnn and Michaels when I go up with armfulls of adhesives. It has also benifited those with stock in these two companies. =) The truth of the matter is, I will not get my scrapping stuff for a couple months most likely. We have to divide what we are bringing into air shipment and sea shipment. Guess what does not rank to be included in the air shipment? It's more important for the children to have thier clothes and toys than for me to have my toys. Plus, once we get there I imagine it is going to take a while to get all settled and I wont have much time for scrapping. I never get much done at home. See, that's my concern. If I don't have anywhere to go to scrap, and I can't get it done at home, how will I keep my fleating sanity? When I scrap I look at pictures of the children when they were small and quiet. When they were inocent and were not yet blotting against me. I get warm fuzzy thoughts about them again. I can beleive they were not always out to get me, and maybe some day will find a new target. Like a husband or mother-in-law. So, wanting to know if there are places for me to go where I can meet fellow scrappers and get away for a little while is perfectly reasonable.

With that said I can get on to other ramblings. I am not a particularly patient person and I do not do well with uncertainty. With this said, on top of trying to get stuff organized, I'm not very organized either, we have no idea what's going on. They were in such a big hurry to get us over there for our pre-assignment visit, but Alex has not even talked to anyone from England about arranging it. This is three weeks later. The relocation person here wanted us to go this week, leave the 16th and return the 23rd. I was not very fond of the idea, and felt horrible asking my mother to come take care of the girls then. But I was willing to do what I had to in order to make it work if that was what needed to be done. Obviously that did not happen. But now we are looking to go January 13th to the 20th. Patrica, relocation person here, suggested that we arrange to have the movers come the 27th. Ah yeah.....that aint gonna happen. We can't even put the house up for sale until we do this trip. Oh, and did I mention they want him to start February 1st? I try to go to my happy place when I start to stress out. But if I meditated everytime I start to feel like my head is going to explode I would be getting less done and would be even further behind. Which would stress me out more...so I'd need to meditate more and so on. A viscious cycle. Speaking of. I had better end this for now because the children are asleep and I can get some stuff done. Til next time. We can cover why Mommy feels like the Grinch for stealing thier toys.

PS My spelling really sucks and I am not a great typist either. I appologize in advance for misspelling, typos, etc that I am bound to make. My sister the English teacher would be horrified by all my mistakes. I'll do my best to re-read and edit.