So I’m feeling like the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. “I’m late, I’m late, I’m late for an important date.”
I’m not late for anything in actuality, but I’ve got so much I feel like I need to do and so little time left to do it in.
It’s not just getting ready to go to Nationals in D.C., because in all honesty I’m about ready to just shove whatever comes in contact with my hand into the suitcase and hope for the best.
Its work and home that have me frazzled beyond belief. Why you ask? Well, no matter how stupid it is I’m one of those people who has to have the house clean before I leave. I used to make fun of people that did this—but I’m one of them, and just realized it. Work, well that is what it is, and I’m trying to make sure everything is done, but if it’s not, well then I guess it will wait.
Because after the day I’ve had…….."I’m late, I’m late, I’m late for an important date.”
Do you think he ever made it to whatever appointment he had? Hummmmm.