I should have done many things years ago.
I should have initiated an exercise program that would have strengthened my back so that something strenuous like sneezing or picking lint off the floor wouldn't occasionally cause muscle spasms.
I should have gone back to Weight Watchers when I had gained 10 pounds instead of being embarrassed and convinced I could do it on my own this time. You don't need to know how many years ago or pounds ago that was.
I should have scrapbooked my sons' lives as they were growing up. But scrapbooking wasn't the big hobby that it is today, and no one considered there would be whole stores dedicated to scrapbooking. If you told someone 25 years ago that there would be a scrapbooking store next to a nail salon (not a beauty parlor!) in a strip mall with either a nation wide coffee shop or an adult novelty store with full window displays, let's just say they would have laughed in your face. But I digress. Often.
My little boys are 6 feet tall and decades old. The one thing I did right with most of the pictures over the years was to write the date and event on the back of them. The older stinker got a scrapbook last fall that covered birth through graduation with a few pages of his days in the Marines at the end. I sorted the younger stinker's photos at the same time, but needed a break before starting again. Younger stinker bought a house and I did a small scrapbook that chronicled a surprise party we had for him along with the before and after pictures of his house. There are lots of photos of father and son working together on his house that make my heart swell and my eyes leak.
A week ago I decided to plunge into the birth through graduation scrapbook for stinker #2. My pages look nothing like the wonderful pages displayed in scrapbook stores or on the blogs of dedicated scrappers. I have too many photos over too many years for that kind of detail. The boys don't know that someone else would have done it differently. They just know their mom loves them.
Who wouldn't love this face? These pictures were taken when stinker #2 was three years old.
At the rate I am going, I should have this project done by Easter if I stop reading blogs, cooking or cleaning. I've given up the last two this week, but it hasn't really helped much.