Something terrible and terrifying is happening tomorrow. Something that I’ve spent the last three years trying to forget about. It’s never happened before and I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself.
Yes. We’re taking Sausage to nursery.
We’ve ummed and ahhed for the last couple of years about whether we were going to send her to nursery, seeing as Husband and I both work from home and we came to the conclusion that no-one could look after Sausage as well as we can, so we’d keep her at home. And then the doubts set in. Are we holding her back? Depriving her of a chance to make friends and have fun?