I am prone to anxiety attacks at the moment due to assorted stressors, including my Dad having worsening dementia and funding for his care being up in the air.
Normally I manage to hold things together OK, but in times of stress the anxiety attacks hit, and they're not nice to put it mildly.
Given the above, I forgot all the MN wisdom of 'no is a complete sentence/ not my circus, not my monkeys', behaved like a complete wimp and caved to the pressure (in my head) of helping out at the next PTA event, which apparently will not go ahead unless the parents step forward. Chair of the PTA is also incredibly stressed about it all and worried that there aren't enough volunteers to cover as it is.
The last time I helped - doing something that should have been really easy - it ended up being an utter disaster, with me running round like a headless chicken providing emergency allergy-friendly cakes for the cake sale at the last minute (due to no notification of complex allergy requirements and not being able to guarantee allergen-free goods for all children as they were all home-baked) and feeling utterly exhausted afterwards.
Event is now looming - immediately following meeting with funding authority as it transpires - and I fear the worst. If I pull out now I'll be letting everyone down including saintly organisers who put up with so much; if I don't and it all goes pear-shaped (again), there's a serious risk of my breaking down in public and therefore being a colossal embarrassment to myself and daughter.
Knowing full well that I've made my own bed and must both lie in it and castigate myself for being a mug, what on earth to do?