Oh, please, you poor dear over-worked soul, do everything else first, my infinity mail isn't going anywhere (unless LJ decides to vampirize again and devour it)!
Do the presenting, the baking, the being super-mom stuff - and then when you've been well and truly rested, drop me a line. Not going anywhere. Well, in a literary sense, I've got to be at work tomorrow at 8. ;)
P.S. I sometimes call myself Dommy, for obvious reasons. Well and truly deserved and I have the nose for it! ;)