But you know what? I cut myself a little slack. All this guilt lives in my house and sometimes I sweep it under the rug. I feel bad about all of the things listed above and yes, I wish I could change them, but I also know that I probably won't. Except for the calling friends thing...that I have to be better at. None of those things are so-called "deal breakers" for me. I am happy. My husband is happy. My baby is happy. And if I live my day-to-day with a little guilt, then meh, so be it. It's there, it's real, and it can sleep on the couch in the basement. It just better not expect a home-cooked meal.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Starts with a "G" and ends in "uilt"
It's everywhere. I didn't attend a function for my former employer because I didn't have anyone to watch the baby even though I had RSVP'd months ago. Guilt. I don't make dinner every night (or even every other night) for my family even though I stay home and have the time. Guilt. I put my kid in the swing when I'm tired of paying attention to him. Guilt. I sometimes leave him in a wet diaper at night because I know that changing him will wake him and I just want another few hours of sleep. Guilt. I don't always spend evenings paying attention to my husband and instead read blogs. Guilt. My baseboards are dirty. Guilt. The laundry hasn't been done in days. Guilt. I haven't called my friends often enough since the baby has been born. Guilt. I ate too much pie. Guilt.