I’m free (or maybe I should say free-ish).
In the two and a half days since posting about my guilt, I’ve received a few emails and a phone call from my Mom with the same sentiment – “get over it”.
OK, they were all much more loving than that, but the idea is the same. Guilt is not something I should be feeling. Or at least not letting it keep me up at night. Or providing any sort of excuse for opening a bottle of wine.
After all, there are so many other excuses for doing that, right?
Apparently, God was right there with my friends and family. Merely two hours after posting, I was bringing Zoe home from school for was has been two plus days of roller coaster fevers, dehydration, bathroom emergencies, nighttime wakings, daytime chills, and medication monitoring. Poor kid. Madeline has escaped the fever, but came down with a horrible cold on Monday that she’s still battling. And the Country Boy? He’s been I’ll since before the DC trip.
So, two days of affirmations from the people I love both near and far have Ms. Guilt out of the Motherhood jail.
Now you’ll have to excuse me while I pour more Poweraid and grab another box of tissues.