I’ve spent the last 40 minutes deciding on an outfit for Kellan’s school session this afternoon. I’m already feeling like I am going to be judged by the other mums, the mums that have done this before.
I feel anxious, anxious for Kellan and anxious for myself. This is new territory for me, you hear so many things about all the different cliques on the school playground you end up working yourself up before you are even there.
I’ve met a few of the mums who’s children will be in Kellan’s class and they all seem lovely. This is just how my mind works, how I work my anxiety up so I’m a panicky sweaty mess.
I went for jeans and a washed out tshirt, my comfort zone. We will be fine… 😩