The day you pop a sproglet out your moglet is the day the dreaded Mother’s Guilt starts.
Here is what I’ve felt guilty about today alone, (it’s my day off too!):
– guilty I didn’t remember to buy bread yesterday so my husband had no toast and the baby had a strange scrambled egg, avocado and strawberry breakfast.
– guilty I put Blake in front of the TV in his highchair whilst I rushed round collecting the dirty washing and put a wash on.
– guilty I left Blake crying in his high chair whilst I did washing.
– guilty I left Blake crying in his high chair whilst I cleaned the kitchen.
– guilty with tears when I realised he had soiled his nappy and that’s why he was crying.
– guilty I had to leave the dog on his own, unwalked for the 4th day in a row.
– guilty I didn’t have time to get petrol yesterday so nearly made us late for swimming when we had to stop to fuel the car.
– guilty I dunked Blake under the water in the pool (he cried).
– guilty I forgot to buy two good friend’s babies a first birthday present so had to literally run through town to get them.
– guilty I didn’t join Blake in the ball pool at the play centre and take in his little face, in awe of the colours and other kids, just generally having a great time.
– guilty I left the washing in the machine and didn’t put it out to dry so have no clean clothes for tomorrow.
– guilty I have scratched encrusted rice cakes off the only available not-completely-filthy or wet through pair of trousers for Blake to wear tomorrow.
– guilty I looked like a complete frazzled, tired, pale makeup free, podgy dog when Shaun’s work colleague who I’ve never met before popped round for a brew.
– guilty for feeling relieved that Blake slept for more than an hour and I could attempt to clean up.
– guilty that all I seem to do is clean yet my house still feels disgusting, dirty and untidy.
– guilty for asking my mother in law to come round for the third time this week whilst I teach at night. Blake is asleep the whole time, it’s not even as if she gets to see him.
– guilty I didn’t have time to make Blake a proper lunch or dinner and extemely guilty (with tears) I gave him a jar of food for lunch and then baked beans for tea. Feel like a failure.
– guilty I have eaten a savoury muffin, 2 mini bags of Haribo, a packet of crisps and a lump of cheese for tea. Feel like a fat failure.
– guilty I forgot to read Blake a bedtime story as I was in a rush.
– guilty for shouting at the dog a bit too much.
– guilty for reading my work emails and realising I made a massive mistake on Tuesday before I left and my poor colleagues (who are also good friends) have had to get me out the shit.
– guilty for writing this post when I should be using the time to sort everything out before the mad morning rush to work starts at 6am.
Meh!
Tomorrow is a new day.
Actually, tomorrow is a work day so the guilt of leaving my baby will crush me all day.
Double, triple, quadruple… Meh!
You cannot be perfect EVERYDAY! This was just one day and it happens sometimes. It’s crap but I’m sure Blake will forgive you haha! I sound like an codger and I actually have no kids……I’ll shut up now but chill darling x
Yeah you’re right, although this is just a snapshot of today and the other 6 days a week are pretty much the same! Xxx
Well…at least you dont have to feel guilty about being a fantastic friend and an incredibly well-intentioned person. Big hugs cutie gemmie bear xxxx
Love you xxx
Ditto x 1million! No anti natal classes ever tell you about guilty mum syndrome do they!!
No they bloody don you’re right! Xxx
Bless you Gemma, your a fantastic mum.
Love you
Aunty J xxx
You are not alone babes, thanks for sharing xx
You’re only human, and we all have bad days/weeks. You’re Blake’s mummy & he loves you. You’re doing your best, you can’t do anymore. Send the husband out to walk the dog & pick up some bread whilst he’s at it x