Thursday, July 5, 2012
Guilt and motherhood seem to go hand in hand, and lately, I've been suffering from some major bouts of it. Guilt about not doing anything very well; guilt about how often I say "in a minute", "not now", "maybe later" all day, every day; guilt about subjecting my kids to wet weather and trips on the bus because I don't drive; guilt about whether my middle child eats enough; guilt about not giving enough cuddles; guilt about not being able to sit down and really devote some time to helping my daughter learn to write, because she so desperately wants too; guilt about the crazy mess that is our house; guilt about not buying that much desired bike with peddles because the weekends zoom past so fast; guilt about not spending more of the day smiling adoringly at the baby; guilt about forgetting tummy-time more days than I remember; guilt that the third might well me be "the one that breaks the horse's back", as someone so charmingly commented. Yep, a whole lot of guilt going on here! Still, the kids all seem happier and more settled than they did a month ago, so I guess I must be doing something right... and it's the school holidays and we have parties and a puppet show to look forward to, and maybe a trip to the museum, if I can just summon the energy. Oh, and we've been growing mushrooms, which is very cool, even though the kids still won't eat them.