Guilty.
Guilt.
Julia is sick. Up all night. Käri is exhausted. I should go home. I am pulled- yet not going, yet. Anxious, but okay.
Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt...
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Jun 12, 2007
In Which I Sit, Guilty
A few days, no kids. Vacation. Alone time. Sitting down. My feet don't hurt at the end of the day. The first night I slept 12 hours. Amazed by the amount of coherent thoughts that run all the way through my head. Conversations not interupted. Quiet. Taking a few days as ordered from my wife.
Guilty.
Guilt.
Julia is sick. Up all night. Käri is exhausted. I should go home. I am pulled- yet not going, yet. Anxious, but okay.
Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt...
Guilty.
Guilt.
Julia is sick. Up all night. Käri is exhausted. I should go home. I am pulled- yet not going, yet. Anxious, but okay.
Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt...
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3 comments:
Let go of the guilt is right, girl!! Enjoy some time to yourself, as you deserve it!! Now, if more than 4 or 5 of the kids get sick, get your ass home to help Kari!!
Ditto Stacy's.....
Stacey and Alicia said it, I third it. I think that means that the motion has passed...right. (But, I also understand completely that you feel guilty. That is the curse of motherhood!)
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