Hyper na naman ako the past three days.

A few weeks ago I was carrying this huge weight on my shoulders and now even with the grey skies and persistent rain, I feel like singing.

I feel like nothing can be better.

I know this sign. Elation.

Some people claim spending loads of money when they’re at this stage. Ako, I tend to party, not sleep, work a lot. My brain won’t stop working at night.

Minsan I would plead to hubby for some sleeping tablets. Often I’d be tempted to take two. One diazepam tablet wont work. But I restraint myself, baka mag-OD ako.

I know I can be a good company when I’m like this. I talk a million miles a second. I come up with brilliant jokes. I dance like crazy, I drink like an expert.

Then my energy gets sapped. I will feel deflated and defeated. I will want to cry and I will lose hope.

It’s a sick cycle.

My mummy (ok, mommy) friends have been nagging me since April that they wanted to go on a night out, thinking I’m the key to that kind of thing. Fine. So I said on my birthday I will arrange it.

June came and went. I had to cancel two attempts afterwards. Finally today we’re going, but 2 of them had to cancel on us. Fine those who really, really wanted to experience the London nightlife are still coming.

Guess what though. Right on my cheek is a big fat zit. On my chest is a big red bump.

I wish I could say they’re due to late nights of partying… but they’re more from stress.

It’s been so long since I worried about this kind of thing & I’m not a make-up girl so I don’t know what I’m going to do. I bought a concealer but I’ve no idea how to use it.

Never mind, these mummies are not really out to party anyway. I’m taking them to the Ice Bar, kitsch I know. But I think that’s what they’ll enjoy most, except for May who like me is a real cow-girl.

When we take pictures, I guess I’ll just hide my left cheek a bit :-)