This morning I dropped Owen off to preschool and then decided today was the day to sit down and finally put all of his birthday cards in something other than a wicker basket that has sat on my desk for, oh, since the Boy’s second birthday. Yep, I know. He’s three and a bit now, so I really should have done this ages ago. I even bought the scrap books to stick all the cards into months and months ago and then “lost” them. By that I mean, I put them somewhere safe and then couldn’t remember where that safe spot was! While I was grocery shopping yesterday I decided to buy another scrap book and at least make a start on this job today. After I had glued in all the cards from his last two birthdays, I started sorting through a few receipts and things and found the lost scrap books. Dammit. Now I’ve got 2 spare ones… I better go and put them somewhere else safe. And then maybe write myself a note so I don’t forget where I put them…
