OK, my irrational worry for today.
I'm panicking about how I'm not going to turn into a milky, stinky, greasy, unwashed slob when this baby gets here. At the moment I'm told I'm "blooming" (DS1 nearly went to school without a full lunchbox today as I was putting my lippy on and ran out of time) and I'm enjoying feeling good about myself.
It sounds incredibly vain, I know, but its important to me that not only do I cope with 4 kids, but I appear to the outside world to be coping! Probably because I get so much shock and horror from complete strangers its even more pressure. Albeit unnecessary.
Tea time is NOT the time to airing my worries, is it?