I'm behind again. With everything. Keep setting myself impossible tasks, like the mental list of all the things I want to do before Baba arrives.... building a mountain to avoid worrying about that, no doubt. It's not as if I haven't put enough safety nets in place already.

It is natural to be scared, right?

The realisation that that isn't something that I can delay or meander over in my own time keeps wacking me around the head and scaring the pants off me. Other times, I look forward to having something, someone else to be totally absorbed in.

This panic attack could be down to me (possibly) forgetting to take my magic pill today. Wish these stupid blister packs had the days marked on them.

I'm having trouble seeing myself as a 'Mum'. Please tell me that's normal too?

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AuthorWoolly Wormhead
CategoriesHead Zone