I had several choices for what activity I will be at this afternoon.
Mother in law's birthday celebration for lunch?
A 3-year-old birthday celebration in the park?
Curl up in my anxiety and not leave the house?
First option promised familiarity. However I also mentioned to her why not have a day out with her son, as they have not had an alone time for a while.
Second option promised a fun day out, meeting new people, and expanding the Japanese network I've been wanting for baby and I.
Third option promised me guaranteed coffee and aircon.
My anxiety settled as I said to myself; I will go to the one that serves mine, baby, and their highest good.
I thought I made a mistake when, even arriving at the park earlier, I didn't see any birthday-party or barbecue-like group arriving. I went for a short walk to see if there was another picnic area. I couldn't find it, so I returned. As I didn't have my phone, I thought returning home would be the best option.
It did, but I didn't make it home either. Further up, near the *other* entrance, were two separate parties.
The first one had organised games with older children. It could not be them.
The second group was smaller, and had a few dark-haired people gathered. I cautiously parked, got out, and inconspicuously tried to catch their conversing. It turned out it was them!
I had a good time, baby had a good time, and I think the rest of the people had a great time too.
Now just waiting for H to come home. He must be having a great time too to be out for so long.
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