I’ve reached a new level of pathetic. I’ve had a phone call today on behalf of our health visitor. They’ve found a spot for myself and little man at a toddler group and they’re going to meet me outside. They’re practically taking me by the hand and I’m dreading it. Politeness made me agree to it, but every ounce of me is hoping something will come up and they’ll have to cancel on me.
I really don’t want to go. To top it off I was handed a “you’re a crap mum, let us intervene” leaflet yesterday. I guess I’m not the only one who’s realised I’m failing Little man.
Please, just let me hide away for a while.