I have blog posts coming out my ears at the moment. Too many blog posts. So many blog posts that they're all clamouring to get out at the same time and they're all stuck in the doorway to my brain, like a group of school kids trying to get on the last bus home. So I'm not even going to attempt to put something together, not at least until my brain gets its thoughts in order.
I'm tired. I'm excited. I'm nervous. I'm worried.
There's lots going on in the Daze house. So much that I'd like to give my full attention to, but all of it seems to get put on the 'I'll get to that in a moment' shelf, as I just try and get the basics done without stuffing up.
Tonight, I'm going to a cocktail party. It's going to be fun. Lots of fun. But I'm getting nervous as there are going to be so many people there that I admire. Big bloggers, cool bloggers. And then little old me.
I'd love to go and just enjoy myself, but I know I'll be worrying about home. I'll be wondering if D has woken and if he's settling. I also know that I'll be shy and awkward, I'm always so bad at these kind of things.
So, on that note. I'm going to try and take a little nap, so I can be a little sparkly.