I feel good — and guilty about it.
Why is that? I know why I feel good. I finally got that makeover Miles so honestly told me I needed; then had a small shopping spree and discovered I dropped a clothes size; my book and writing business are starting to bloom; and Husband and I have been playing tennis in the evenings while the kids run around on the playground. Nothing spectacular, just lots of little things that make me smile.
So why do I feel guilty about it? Maybe it’s the “Mother Martyr” syndrome. We are supposed to be the perfect and sacrificial ones at the same time. It’s almost like we are preprogrammed to put ourselves last, to look for faults and to be quiet about our joy like we don’t deserve it. Sure there are some negative things that I could confess this week – my vacuum has dust on it, I’m sleep deprived and a little snappy, and I need to better schedule my time — but, I’m also happy. Isn’t that what really matters?
So, come on ladies, go out on a limb with me. Tell me something good. Guilt free Moms want to know…