time running away with me

rocking out at Flo's house on Saturday night

see its nearly 11am.  i could have just had a lie in.  I haven't started anything.  and I am still tired out from drinking too much champagne and staying up to late and getting up too early on saturday night  / sunday morning.  pegged it back from london to check out my son in my carefully created 'space leopard' (his idea) costume to find that he had taken it off and was fundamentally clinging to his daddy's legs at the oscar's birthday party. anyway.  I made the effort eh. 


I have come to the end of the Getting Things Done book.  And it makes a lot of sense.  How about finding this 2 days I need to process my 'in box'.  And getting my home filing system sorted.  OWN DESK.  Hmm.  ha ha ha. 

No, I jest, but it is happening slowly.  We have moved Bub into his new room, we still need to sell another double bed / get rid of the double mattress / move his single bed into his new room / get rid of the sofa downstairs / get the delivery of the chest of drawers and new sofa from K / move our old chest of drawers into Bub's new room and assemble the new chest of drawers in our room / get the book shelves out of Bub's room and into MY STUDIO / get all his stuff out of his old room (MY STUDIO) and into his new room.  There are elements such as paint the old chest of drawers blue and also get the single bed down and paint that blue too.  see.  lots to do.  and here I am typing away at my blog.  with one hour before I am swamped with small people again. 

Off we go!