Tomorrow I’m going against every fibre in my being. All I wasn’t to do is hide away.
Tomorrow I’m braving a toddler group and I’m bricking it! I was supposed to be met outside, but a phoncall confirmed that my hand holder would in fact be late. I’m trying to be positive but my head has filled with fears;
The other woman will stare at me and mock me behind my back for looking like crap.
They’ll have there own alrezdy established impenetrable cliques.
No one will talk to me.
I’ll struggle to help littleman with any activities due to my crap sight or worse I’ll lose him in the room
Little man won’t play nice, will likely poop and throw a tantrum at something. I’m worried he’ll make a scene.
Wish me luck I guess, if I don’t bottle it. I said I’d go, and a nurse is coming for my benefit so I guess I can’t bottle it.