It's a happy preoccupation... but I feel it's slowly going to mount to a kind of nervousness .
It's what I want to do, but time is not on my side, especially with Max being more sticky recovering from a running nose and me having a sore throat (Just starting to get drugged today for the the next 4 days. Doctor's order.)
I'm happy planning, imagining, trying to picture certain scenarios...
Then I get nervous with all the "what if's":
What if it rains?
What if there's a sudden crowd at that certain location this weekend?
Should we change venue?
Oh, must start preparing the boys mentally on meeting new friends.
Oh, gotta start on some handcrafts now that the boys are fast asleep and I'd had an hour's nap.
Excited, anxious... butterflies in my stomach...
Feels like I'm planning for a trip overseas.
It's that kind of excitement and nervousness.
A Roller-coaster ride within.
p/s- Must resist temptation to venture into other people's blog... for tonight at least.
No time. No time.