scrapbooking projects... and a slight panic attack...

For the first time today, I realized that I've somehow become incredibly domesticated. I've never really been that career driven type. I enjoyed working, but it's not like my life's goal was to sell costume jewelry or engrave necklaces or manage a store. Had I actually gone after a "real" career, I think I would've liked fashion merchandising. Something about making a window look fabulous makes me feel good. Either that or something to do with animals. Either way, that's not the road I took. Maybe later, but for now, I'm a total mom/housewife.

As I was sitting on the floor in our loft, I took a sec to look around. Noah was perfectly content, babbling and playing with his toys on the floor next to me, while I was surrounded by scrapbooking supplies and watching Dr Oz.

Yep. I'm a total housewife. Just missing the bon-bons. Of course, I'm on a health kick, so maybe I'll just eat an orange instead.

This was actually not where I had the panic attack, though.
That was the other day. I (with Noah in tow) went to Michael's to grab a few more things for my latest scrapbooking project (our wedding album). I had a 25% off coupon to use towards my whole purchase, and it had to be used between 4pm and 8pm (fyi, I hate those kinds of coupons). So I got what I needed, plus a little more. I found the cutest baby scrapbook kit to use for Noah, so I went ahead and grabbed it too.
I got up to the register, the guy told me the total, I reached for my debit card... it wasn't there. Not only that, I didn't have a credit card either. Or checks. All I had was $15 in cash (which wasn't going to cover it) and a bright red face. I was mortified. I asked the nice man if he could hold my stuff for me, because I didn't have any money on me.

I hurried out, with poor little clueless Noah, no bags, and no pride.

To make things even better (major sarcasm here), my car was running on fumes. I was planning on filling up after I left Michael's.

I don't think I've prayed that hard in awhile. I kept having visions of Noah and I stranded on the side of the road, in the pouring rain, with Brad sound asleep at home having no idea what was happening.
Nevertheless, we arrived home safely. I realized while I was driving, that I didn't need to purchase that baby book yet, because I had a 40% off coupon at home (that had to be used later this week... and not with any other coupons).

I found my cards (hiding in one of my purses... I've got to get more organized) and headed back to Michael's.

Noah and I got back in line, and when it was my turn, I asked the guy if he could take out the album so I could come back and use the 40% coupon on it.
He told me that I could use it that day. I was certain that wasn't allowed. I read the fine print.
Turns out, he was the manager. I thanked him over and over for saving me a trip and being so nice.

Here's my plug. The Michael's in Gastonia is awesome.



(PS. Harrison somehow found a way to call us again. He's doing MUCH better and is adjusting well. We're looking forward to getting our first letter from him.)