Guilt and the working mother
As I lay here in bed, feeling like total crap there is another feeling that I can't quite shake. Ok I lie, there are about 5 other feelings I can't quite shake and they all centre around guilt. Guilt for calling in sick when its not my child who is the excuse, guilt for letting the team down knowing just how busy we are (completely stupid I know), guilt for not being stronger and more able to get on with it and guilt for being at home and not doing something like sorting out the washing or mopping the floor from the party we had on the weekend; its Thursday already. I guess you could say that as a working mother, I don't know how to be still and not do 'something' so here is my body telling me STOP. I don't know how to lounge in bed all day on a Sunday watching movies because the washing won't wash itself, the BF doesn't know how to organise the house like I do, the packed lunches have to be made, the toilet needs to be scrubbed, the uniforms need to be...