I Wanna Easter Egg

Every year around this time, the Big Man starts going around the house proudly proclaiming "I wanna Easter egg" (I think its from Bugs Bunny). You would think after 15 years I would be used to it, but to paraphrase John Belushi "But noooooo". This year he thought it would be terribly funny to really torture Mommy some more and teach the Little Man to go around saying it. So, in between coloring eggs, Mommy washing the table cloth from the egg dye (thank heavens for oxi-clean)and putting stickers, flowers and glitter on the eggs, Little Man started running around the living room yelling "I wanna Easter egg". Daddy just sat there smiling.
I am letting the family sleep in today. I worked out already, saved my navy blue pumps from the puppy dog (I guess they look close enough to black to count) started laundry, checked email and facebook, and now am writing here. The sun is shining and its supposed to be close to 60 when all is said & done today. I know I have to clean later and I want to go to Michaels to get some last minute supplies for the Easter baskets (one for the Big Man and one for the Little Man)I also have some prep to do for our Easter dinner. And I need to concrete commitment once and for all if the Big Man is going to church tomorrow. Also add finishing our taxes to the list, and I think that should do it for today. I would like to do some scrapping too, but I don't think that will happen. I downloaded some paper piecing patterns, and I am trolling the D Marie and 2 peas in a bucket websites. Hello old friends!
My scrapbooking style will never garner me a place in a magazine or on one of these websites. But I do really enjoy scrapping and telling my family's story. I haven't been doing it a lot for the last several years. Its mainly because all my supplies are scattered throughout the house. When we moved in, I had my art studio where I could scrap, quilt draw paint whatever. Then it was converted into a guest room (I suppose much more practical) but all my supplies were packed away with a note on my heartstrings that someday they would emerge from isolation and hibernation. So far, they haven't and I do feel those tugs that I need to get back to this. But I haven't. I am still struggling with finding things. I know I have bought duplicates-and in some cases triplicates-of supplies because I can't find anything. Add to it the fact that I know this stuff is out there and I can't get to things. Plus...my greatest sense of shame and misery is not having a spot to work. My craft life is homeless. I think this is why I have done a lot of crocheting the last several years. It doesn't require room to do it really and its truly portable.
But I miss scrapping my life. Its not really fair because I scrapped my sister's life up to age 14 or so, and then I scrapped my married life for the first few years (although not my wedding album. strange as it may seem). But for the Little Man, lots of pictures, not too many layouts. But I think that is going to change.