If you can't find me

If, per chance, you see my kids wearing dirty clothes...or my husband looking extremely hungry...or you can smell the triplets' daipers from miles away...it's because I'm distracted.

Hello...my name is Amy...and I'm a scrap-aholic.

In the past, this hasn't been too big of a problem.  My scrapbooking stuff was in a few bags stashed under my desk in the office.  If I had a few hours, (ummm...before triplets maybe?) I'd pull out my stuff and work on whatever was next in my "layout box".  Once or twice a month, my Creative Memories consultant has a "Crop Night" at her house, and I'd do everything I could to get there.  I went 2 weeks before the triplets were born.  I was back to Crop Night 2 months after they were born.

With an approach like that, my scrapbooks were a tad behind....mid-2006.

That's all changed now.

I have a Scrapbooking table right at the bottom of the stairs in my basement.

Shane re-arranged the basement and cleared a spot for me.  I snagged a table from a friend (Thanks, Cool Shannon) a week before Christmas and Tuesday, Shane helped me set it up.  For five days, I spent naptime working on scrapbooks and organizing my stuff.  Then yesterday, my whole scrapbooking world opened up and I may never come upstairs again:

That's right!  Shane added a gate on the downstairs playroom.  HOLY COW!  I can bring the gang downstairs with me.  And I can gate them in.

Do you know what this means?  I'm never doing housework again!