I'm late, I'm late for
A very important date.
No time to say hello, good-bye,
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late
I'm late and when I wave,
I lose the time I save.
My fuzzy ears and whiskers
Took me too much time to shave.
I run and then I hop, hop, hop,
I wish that I could fly.
There's danger if I dare to
Stop and here's a reason why:
I'm over-due, I'm in a rabbit stew.
Can't even say good-bye,
hello, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.
Courtesy of Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
I guess the words Time Management should spring to mind but…. I say, better late than never! This post was supposed to have been posted yesterday, but hey ho!!!
At the moment, apart from the usual hectic day to day stuff, my dear daughter is very pregnant and due mid August. However, since her regular visit with the midwife a couple of days ago she has learnt that due to the position of her baby she might have to have a C section in a couple of weeks. So we now have frantic activity to get the last minute things in place for the exciting event. At least we have been told that a boy is due but I think colours are still being kept to a neutral shade.
Well, I could go on and on picking out some really cute baby items from the BBEST team. That’s the trouble, you end up wanting to buy everything don’t you?
I think I have made you all ‘coo’ and ‘aaaaah’ enough. Now it is just waiting for the announcement and the flurry of activity. Then life changes for ever! Can’t wait!