I was in the line at Starbucks yesterday when I bumped into someone I used to go to uni with. It was all good and we hugged and exchanged pleasantries. “Where are you working now? How’s DH (she married the only straight guy on our course) do you still keep in touch with x, y and z.” The thing is, the whole time I was standing there I was willing her not ask if I had kids. Isla and David were already sitting down but I was absolutely terrified that she’d ask.
She didn’t ask and neither did I, even though she alluded to the fact she had kids and this was her morning off .
I have gone over this situation and we’ve discussed different answers but I’m still faced with blind panic at the though of having to either make someone feel incredibly uncomfortable or denying the existence of my boy, who still feels very much part of my family.
It’s not a huge big deal in the grand scheme of things but I’m still no further forward with coming up with an answer.
- Had a scone today. I thought this would never happen without missing our Friday mornings at M&S cafe. Doubt I’ll ever be back there but at least I had the scone and thought happy thoughts.
- Arranged a sleepover for Isla. The last time H stayed over Jude was upset that he was left out and I promised him he could have a friend to sleepover when he was six. How arrogant to make plans we couldn’t keep. (He was happier cuddled up on he sofa with me as the girls had their fun)
- Isla is well settled back in her own room and she’s been sleeping much better.