A total ball of nerves.

So we had a party for Connor's birthday today. We meant to wake up at 6, but instead woke up at 7:30, putting us an hour behind schedule. I had food to prepare and a house to clean. I decided I was not going to start stressing out about it. This was going to be an exercise for me. I was going to stay calm. I sat down and fed Connor breakfast, sipping my coffee lesuirely thinking... I like this not stressing thing. When I put Connor in the living room and went into the kitchen to prepare the food, he played quietly alone, for about 10 minutes. Then the screaming commenced. He was briefly calmed by Oobi, then started screaming again. We have kind of a routine in the mornings, and me cooking instead of sitting in the livingroom floor while he crawls all over me for an hour threw him for a bit of a loop. I was just starting to get into my groove of hurried food prep when he came to the wailing wall and started unconsolably sobbing. I stopped what I was doing, made a bottle and tried in vain to get him down for a nap.
I'm telling myself the whole time... I'm not going to stress about this. It's an hour and a half before everyone is to arrive, Connor and I are both still in pj's, and I am falling more and more behind, and realizing that I have more and more to do, that a grocery store trip is needed, and how could I forget to vacuum, and I start to get stressed.
Now I might even bother you with the list that I had to get done in an hour and a half, including get myself ready, but I won't... because I don't think you'd believe me anyway. But because I was starting to stress, I was able to pull it all off. I just work SO much better under pressure. And in my egotistical state, I dare say I could have done it in less time even. Although, I was a total ball of nerves while I was doing it. But that made my first beer of the party, even the sweeter.