Friday I had one of *those* days. One that felt like it was never going to end, and one where I was fighting an uphill battle against four little humans, gravity, and well just about anything that I tried to accomplish.
Normally I do our families memory keeping predominantly through Project Life and this blog. I also have email addresses set up for all the kids (all just email@example.com) where I send them an email about something (even mundane) they have done with a picture and sometimes just a story. In any case, I will hand over the reigns of the addresses to them when they are older. Not sure if it is an 18th Birthday moment or not. I have been doing it for about a year now, and love it. I hope the kids do as well. Anyway, I digress! Mainly our week is documented through photos and words. I like to add in small tiny humanism’s. For example, yesterday, Brendan said he couldn’t go to kindy because….wait for it….he could not feel his legs. I lost it laughing at him! That right there is what I love recording and keeping a moment captured for all of us to appreciate and laugh, cry or cherish in times to come.
Most of this documenting, is not focused on one bad day. So I thought I may as well get something ‘good’ and a bit of craft out of my day. It was actually an amazing experience. Because even though there were moments where I thought I would combust with frustration, there are so many more moments that in hindsight, were truly beautiful moments. Here is a glimpse –
The cover of my mini book.
I have used a bit of everything….
My whole purpose was to be honest, real, and create something that I know in 20 years time will bring me right back to the moment!
This smiley face was seriously taunting me! I did NOT want the coffee to end!!
I saved one of the (three) mini muffin boxes to keep in the mini book, more so because it was cute and the kids get these tiny little muffins! But underneath I wrote the cost (which is crazy for four kids and an adult!!). Then the little things that make me smile – Miss Caitlyn drinking her cup of tea from her mug, yep a real mug, not plastic.
And then….out to the car and….
And my very fitting # tag seeing as I did not get time to cook tea…..#motheroftheyear…
Then onto bed time – where they really did rip apart a book 😦 Not cool!
There is about 10 pages of handwriting in the mini book as well, which was great. I could really say everything. On the whole though, looking back at the photos, even though at times it was so difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel, I eventually got through, and was able to smile, laugh and realise it was not that bad when I did this reflection. I am now making more of a concerted effort in not saying I had a bad day and breaking it down to something like – well breakfast was a milk splashing nightmare and I find it makes it a bit easier to keep on going and I am not as stressed or cranky!!
Thanks for looking 🙂