It wraps around you, twisting in and not letting go. It starts as something small, but grows and grows until you’re nearly consumed by its unstoppable ways. It’s mommy guilt, and it’s coming for you.
Yes, I did decline to chaperone Brianna’s field trip to the farm today (I went last year). Yes, I have been feeling horribly guilty and a little sad all morning, especially after said three year old’s face FELL when she asked if I was going with and I said no. Yes, I am taking off both Wednesday and Thursday morning to do vet appointments for the animals. Yes, I do have a crapload of work to do, and am working on getting it done, but that doesn’t stop the mommy guilt from creeping in and repeating “bad mommy” to me over. And over. And over again.
I know I’m not alone. Mommy guilt. It’s not going to go away, is it?