In all fairness I don’t really mind Mondays but today I have a huge dislike for Monday.
I have a massive headache and should be doing something much more productive than writing a blog post while half-heartedly watching Dr Phil. See not productive.
I had plans for today. I was going to clean and get that hideous chore out the way for the week. That way I’d have more time to do the other 50 jobs that need attending to!
Instead I’ve done not much of anything. I’ve made beds, done a general tidy around, put on a load of washing and of course made lunches and dropped kids off at two separate schools. But after taking two Nurofen here I sit.
I have what I consider to be a reasonable enough excuse for having an off day, so why do I feel an enormous amount of guilt for parking my butt on the couch and clicking away on the keyboard.
Is it because I know hubby is at work and kids are at school. They are being productive, going about their days. Getting it done. I’m not one to use health issues as a reason to chillax for a day but damn my head hurts! Throw in some tummy issues last night and I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus! Yet even as I sit clicking away I can think of at least half a dozen things I should be doing not to mention the things that will need to be done once the afternoon school run is complete.
Mummy guilt, should also be called wife guilt! No matter how much I do get done there’s always a nagging feeling I could or should be doing more. The fact that I’m not currently working adds to my sense of guilt. Rarely is it mentioned that I’ve worked in some capacity since Miss 13 was eighteen months old, through my second pregnancy and all the while raising our two kids and everything that entails!
I haven’t worked since December last year. This is the longest I’ve been without work, aside from when I had our son. I’m one of ‘those’ mums. You know the ones. I must spent everyday going out for coffee or shopping or watching Dr Phil. I’ve been told by a school mum that my current employment status must be the reason my house is immaculately clean because obviously in order for me to have a clean house I must give up work! Say whattt???
Then there’s the mums who say ‘well, it’s alright for some’ What exactly is alright? The fact that hubby and I have both worked hard, sacrificed holidays and new cars and put off renovations to be in a position where I can take some some time for myself?. Arghhhhh. This is why I get so conflicted within myself. I know a huge amount of women who work full-time / part-time and raise a family and do a bloody good job. But this isn’t a post about them and how much they do or don’t do. It’s about me and how awfully guilty I feel at times.
And there it is…… that voice……. that nagging sound in my head telling me I should be doing more more more!
But you know what, I’m not going to stress about it today. I’m going to sit on the couch a little while longer. I’m going to have a cup of tea and prepare for the afternoon onslaught.
Mister 10 will no doubt come home in a bad mood as I confiscated his electronic devices yesterday for his unruly behavior towards his sister. Behavior that continued this morning, so there’s that to deal with.
On a brighter note the delivery man has just delivered my Dr Lewinn’s Eternal Youth Day & Night cream that I won for my #iDiscovered post, so that’s my silver lining to a crappy day!
Hope your day has been better than mine.
Sorry for the rant!
What do you do to combat your mummy guilt, if you have any!