It really hit me earlier today that the kid will be here in less than a month. (About 26 days according to the countdown clock ... if she's on time that is.)
I got to thinking about all the things I need to get done around the house before she comes. Cleaning, painting, yard work ... And then I started thinking about all the things I need to get done at work. (I won't bore you with those details - just be assured that they are numerous and probably unrealistic.)
Then I got to thinking about the fact that my daughter will actually be here ... and that I don't really care about the rest of it.
Housework will get done. The newspaper will publish. I'm just really looking forward to getting to finally meet my kid.
(I apologize for the lack of humor - or what I try to pass off as humor - in this post. I assure you it will not happen again.)