Christmas is a scant 6 weeks away if you didn't already know.
I know this because my eldest daughter was 21 at the weekend - I remember so well my very first Christmas as a Mum, with a 6 week old baby and family and friends desperate to see her - it was a hectic time.
20 Christmases on and it still remains a hectic time - but I wouldn't swap it for the world - I love Christmas, and I love my family - ahhh.
However, they have failed me miserably in the maternal ambition stakes - and time is running out for me.
I'm talking school plays.....I'm talking the pinnacle of success that all Mothers secretly aspire to - sitting, tearfully in the audience as your off spring shuffle forward with a swaddled Tiny Tears - as Mary and Joseph.
Eluned, managed a creditable singing flower and a very convincing sick elf - but that warm and fuzzy feeling was very much the chorus line and I had such high hopes.
Things were looking good, when, 3 years later, eldest son, Sioni was cast in his reception year as Arch Angel Gabriel - but, alas, he took a stubbornly self conscious acting sabbatical that lasted the next 16 years. Drat!!
But lo! I have been given a last gasp chance, a la Mama Rose-esque success - as the child of my twilight years has this year started primary school - ho could he be, could he possibly be...Joseph?
Knowing my luck - he's more likely to be cast as the donkey!