Just got back from a children's party at a Brewsters (their motto: Hell on Earth). Alfie was somewhat of a wallflower, he was very shy and overcome by it all, would not eat any of the party tea (I don't actually blame him, it was fried stuff from Hell) and insisted that I accompany him everywhere he went on the soft play stuff, or was at least in eyesight. Which in hindsight is not a terrible thing, after all he is only 3, and quite frankly it's not a great place to be as a grown up, lots of older children running manically around with little supervision from the parents. It is the absolute last place I would have a child's party, but I worry so much that he is going to be very shy and suffer socially as a consequence. He's made a lot of progress in the last couple of months and I know that me worrying doesn't help, but I'm afraid that I do.
The main thing is that he has come home and told Mike that he had a great time, so at least he is not emotionally traumatised by it all. Just me. I could happily fall into a large glass of red. Which is not good as I have already consumed two bottles this weekend. And I am about 15 points down for the week already, and it only began on Friday...
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You're posting up a storm lady....I love reading this. I feel like it's a window into your world and as I told you on the phone - I miss you - this way I kinda know what you're up to....
Do you think this means we'll never go to the hammock again?
It is distracting, isn't it?
Zoe, I was super shy as a kid - when I was a baby I'd only let my parents hold me, etc. And yeah, there were some rough moments as a result, but I think everyone's going to have their rough moments shy or not - just a different kind. You know this, why am I telling you? But I've found a lot of really good friends and turned out okay (at least, I like to think so). (I can't believe Alfie's 3!)
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