This seems like an odd question, but with the influx of (very welcome) relatives over the past few weeks I’ve had some time to myself. Which has been lovely.
But you know, for the first time in ages I am not bone-tired. I have a to-do list which is long, but not too long.
And all I want to do is eat, sleep and play with BabyBoy and BabyGirl.
I want to go for a walk at toddler pace. Nip into a shop with only 1 or 2 things to buy and spend most of the trip chatting to the kids (it’s still largely a one-way conversation!) about things we see on the shelves. Pop down to the lake and feed the fish.
Yet I feel like, with this rare me-time, I should be doing something else.
Heck, I probably should be working. Or resting. Or something intellectually stimulating.
But I don’t want to. And I feel guilty.
Damn this maternal guilt.