I seem to be in permanent state of guilt. I’m guilty. I suffer from
I have been
feeling this way since 16 May 2008. I can pin-point it to the birth of my first
No one warned me that being a mother meant living a life plagued with guilt. They told me of the joy, the closeness, the fulfilment, even the pain. But they failed to mention the guilt.
Guilty for that cheeky coffee you have when they’re asleep (and you should be cleaning).
Guilty for going to work ‘for a break’.
Guilty for leaving work early, but picking them up from nursery late (I had some shopping to do).
Guilty for leaving work at all.
Guilty for leaving your husband in charge – just the once.
Guilty for staying on for an after work drink.
Guilty for lying in bed for an extra half hour.
Guilty for letting them watch TV while you have a shower.
Guilty for the fight that’s just broken out because I’ve been ignoring them whilst I browse through facebook.
Guilty for breathing.
We have no reason to be guilty, no one is making us feel guilty, for some reason it’s something we like to do to ourselves. Like no sleep, a fat belly and stretch marks aren’t punishment enough?
We are mothers. We are guilty. As charged.