Nervousness

I am sitting here, shivering cold (simply because at night it has to be cold enough in here to hang several slabs of cow, or I can't sleep)....trying to wrap up a few projects that I have going for Wyatt's birthday. When it hit me....I feel like Saturday is a huge event, like a wedding or something. It's just my son's first birthday party. Not like the Pope will be attending or anything like that, but I am so damned nervous about it.

I feel overwhelmed, for a lack of better word. Like I am forgetting very important things. Grrrrr.....why can't I think clearly? I'm sure part of it is that AF decided to show up right before Richard came home from an out of town job, and has yet to go away, and that I am so tired. For some great reason, I can't sleep here lately (no matter how cold it is).

Richard's sister (Ginger) and his Mom, asked me if there was anything that I needed for Saturday. Ummm...probably, but I feel like my brain is in a jar on some shelf, not in my head. I couldn't think of anything...except for some sweet tea. Richard's Mom said that she would bring ice cream, which is GREAT :) since I hadn't even thought about ice cream. I sware, sometimes she gives me the best ideas, and reminds me of the stupid things that I forget. I love Richard's family....they are good to me, and to Wyatt. That's all I could ask for!

So begins the list making, or so continues the list making. I have started lists (notice the s at the end?? It's plural for list, meaning more than one) because I can't seem to get my thoughts together with just one. For some flipping reason, I found it necessary to make individual lists for certain places, or things. I.E. there is a list for the decorations, a list for the food, for the guests, for the gifts, what I need to get and from where...and each store has it's own list. Could I have made that any more complicated?......

......probably.

I did borrow a chafing dish and a tea urn from Ginger...I am sure there will be more things that I remember as the week goes on. She said to let her know if there is anything I forgot...but, she may regret that choice of words...her phone may be ringing off the hook later this week! She's done this before, I haven't.

Sheesh...I make it sound like I'm planning a ball for the President. Can we say...loosing our mind?

Never fails, my attempt at being organized turns into a big pile of crumpled paper laying on the table next to me. I guess that's why I normally find it better to fly by the seat of my pants!


Nightey night!