Are you easily bored? I know that I am. Just like a kid with ADD, I have a tendency to be "restless," especially at certain times of the month. When I don't know the reason for certain behaviors of mine, I blame it on hormones. Why not? Everybody else does. In a bad mood? You must have PMS. Obsessing over cleaning your house? You must be nesting. Sure, sure, blame it on the hormones! Who's gonna argue with you?

Anyway, this "restless" feeling comes over me and I feel like I need to start a new project. No matter that I have ten other unfinished projects that I keep putting off for one reason or another. So, I get this notion that Mother's Day is coming up in a couple of months and this is the year I need to make a scrapbook for my mom of all her pictures of me and my sisters from our childhood. So, I drag out the pictures and all my scrapbook supplies, and I get started on grouping pictures together and, designing page layouts, and in general making a big mess on my dining room table.

I used to have a great desk upstairs for working on my scrapbooks, but we currently have our house up for sale, and I "staged" the house, you know, like they do on HGTV. So, a full size bed sits where my desk used to be, and my desk sits in a storage building down the street, along with half of my scrapbook supplies. Particularly that blue gingham ribbon that would look great with the yellow and blue page layout that I just designed. This means a quick run to the storage building and a desperate hunt for the blue gingham ribbon. But of course, when I get there and start looking for said ribbon, it's not where I knew I had stored it. It's not in the second place, or the third place, or even the fourth place! Okay, so now I'm totally frustrated, hot and sweaty, and somewhat defeated. I go back home and look in the two or three other boxes of scrapbook supplies that I stored in the attic just in case I had the hankering to get creative before our house sells. And viola! In the very last place I look, there is the desired ribbon. Only now when I get it laid out on the page, I'm not happy with the results and I end up looking for a different embellishment. After three hours, I'm tired; I've completed a grand total of two scrapbook pages; I have a huge mess to clean up; I'm hungry, and I haven't even thought about what to cook for supper (if you're not from the South, that's what we call our evening meal); and I'm totally discouraged with the progress I've made on my project. Time to re-group.

So, I decide to cook supper. I think I'll feel better and re-energized after I've had something to eat. We eat in the livingroom in front of the t.v. because the dinning room table is covered with scrapbook stuff, and generally because we usually eat in front of the t.v. unless we have company. I really get interested in the program we're watching so, after I've eaten, instead of getting back to my scrapbook, I set my plate aside and keep watching t.v. During a long run of commercials, I notice my crochet bag sitting beside my wingback chair. I have a tendency to feel guilty about wasting too much time watching t.v., so I pick up my latest unfinished needle work project, an afghan that I'm making for one of my nieces, and work on that until the program goes off. All of a sudden, from out of the blue I'm reminded that I haven't prepared a craft project for my GA class for Wednesday night. GA stands for Girls in Action, our Southern Baptist church's Wednesday night bible study for elementary and junior high girls. The crocheting gets set aside for later as I get up and review my GA leader study guide.

The suggested craft project for our next meeting is a mock counted cross-stitch sampler using graph paper and colored pencils. Great! That's simple enough. But I have to test it out and make an example for the girls to follow. I just have to locate my graph paper. The last time I rember using it was when I made a scale diagram of my livingroom so that I could rearrange my furniture. And if I recall correctly, . . .

it's in the top drawer. . .

of my desk. . .

which is sitting in the storage building . . .

down the street.

Ahh, such is my life!!