I went to the party.
My friend came up to do my hair (£20). This is what she did.
We went to a friend’s husband and 30th bbq in the afternoon all 4 of us. Really nice time.
We were meant to be having a family photo shoot on the beach but it chucked it down with rain so the photographer rescheduled (this was the photo shoot I’d said mil could be in with the two kids but this pet won’t haopen now as she’ll have gone home by the time it comes around again).
We dropped littlies home and then went to friends party. Was more of a few people round their place for drinks and catch up than a party. So I felt more comfortable going.
Mil and her friend (an “auntie” of Dhs - old family friend) baby sat. I went with dh on the proviso that we’d be home by 10. Dh drove.
We had a nice time. Couple of glasses of wine and some food.
I talked and cried to dh yesterday morning again about how anxious and “broken” I’m feeling. Whether he gets it or not I’ve told him. I told him I had briefly thought about leaving because I felt I wasn’t enough for everyone. Felt that I had no time for ds for dh or for Dd. And no time for me. I told him that last minute plans (ie people coming round etc) I can’t cope with at the moment. And feel like I’m just surviving. Am absolutely going to speak to my gp about this when I see her next week.
Dh has just woken me up. He was taking the night shift with dd but didn’t feel well (not alcohol related as he didn’t drink at either party). He’s just thrown up twice. My anxiety levels are now through the roof. Just about ready to run out the door (I obviously won’t!). Selfishly I’m thinkjng “what about me?! Who’s going to help me?” (And also is he ok...he’s gone back to sleep so fingers crossed).
The rational part of my mind says that I have people I can call for help if I need it, mil will be here at 830 (ish) to see us, and I don’t need to worry.