Long story short - we just moved into a new house in a new town and have a new baby. And no friends...
... and one of the stepford wives slightly standoffish mums from the mother, baby toddler group that I attended this week for the first time caught me in my shabby PJs, hair in plaits (with sticky up wispy bits from the nighttime), and slippers, wielding a mop. We have no nets yet in one half of our living room and the cat keeps making muddy paw prints on the floor.
She walked past. I tried to hide. She saw me through the window and waited for me to come out from behind the book shelf. Had to open the French windows to talk to her (don't even remember what I said, it's all a haze). I realized half way through the conversation that my pyjama top was still partly unbuttoned from where I had fed DD. Mor-ti-fied.
Fuckity fuckity fuck. She's going to tell all the other mums. I could tell by the way she walked away.
Do I stand a hope in hell of ever being able to show my face in this group again? I'd like to think I would be able to laugh it off, but I'd always be suspicious that they are picturing me in my PJs.