I feel guilty if I am playing with the kids - that I'm not doing something right. I feel guilty if I'm just doing housework and not playing with the kids. I feel guilty if I have a piece of cake. I feel guilty when there are dishes in the sink and Scott comes home.
I feel guilty for not cracking open my Bible lately (really, the last year or so, who are we kidding?). I feel guilty for not calling my Grandma. I feel guilty.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
I have tried, argued and convicted myself: GUILTY.
This New Year?
I'm going to work on looking at the ways that guilt has detracted from the overall quality of my life, and what it has stolen from me.
Then, I'm going to change it. These kids, this husband, this life doesn't necessitate that I be a steaming bundle of nerves. They deserve better, and so do I.
|the kids with their cousin|
My head believes it right now, but my heart doesn't.