So today was our first open house at my little school. I have anxiety. My husband could go with us, so I went with my 5 year old in tow, brave face on, in my favorite dress.It went great, until it didn't. I talked to strangers, I smiled, chased my kids, even made a friend maybe? That is until it was time to leave. Now, I knew my little was tired, what I didn't realize is how tired. I began to say goodbyes, and as soon as she realized what was happening she let out what can only be described as a earth shattering shrill of a scream. She hit the ground, I carried her out. Making the same screaming screeching "I don't want to go" the whole way to the car.It might've been the longest walk of my life. And y'all, my kid has never lost it this hard. I was at a total loss. I got home and cried. My husband tagged in and sent me for tacos. Hopefully he managed to calm her down, and make some sense of it. All I know is my anxiety can't hang. I'm so embarrassed and although I know better, I'm certain everyone there thinks I am the worst. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2PNJl0M
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