Mummy guilt is not a nice feeling. As I type this I am feeling pretty terrible. Not only am I still recovering from my operation, I have severe mummy guilt.
Motherhood is hard and sometimes its really difficult to distinguish the truth and the exaggeration. As I left the playground this morning the guilt rushed over me like a wave and now I am sat here wanting 3pm to arrive so I can go and pick Moo up and squeeze her tightly.
This morning I was mean and not a nice mummy. Normally this guilt hits me at bed-time but now I am on my own and am just looking after myself during the day its hit me earlier. I may of shouted at her a lot and I may of not been the best mummy I could of been. I did apologise to her and I did give her a cuddle before school, but I am now thinking that wasn’t enough. I should of sat down with her and I should of cuddled her more tightly. I should of kissed her and I should of handled the situation a lot better than I did.
Its too late now, and the more I dwell on it, the worse I am going to feel.
Why is mummy guilt so awful?