Mother guilt

Would you like a big bucket of mother guilt with your morning coffee?

Today {which is really yesterday, because by the time you’re reading this I’ll have started day one of my new job … and hopefully there will be fewer tears} is a day filled with mumma guilt.

Despite Bubba still being unwell, I took her to day care. She’s not contagious, she has medicine, she goes to family day care so there are only two other children there today, and she has a carer who really does love her.

So why do I feel so wretched and racked with guilt?

Because she’s my baby. She isn’t well. And she should be in my arms.

Real life kind of gets in the way though and that’s very tough to handle some days. The reality is I’m starting a new job tomorrow. I have had not much sleep the past two nights because I’ve been checking on my sick Bubba. I’ve not managed to get any of the jobs on my to do list done for the past couple of days {and it is a long list} because everyone knows a child who isn’t well is a child who wants to be held. Every waking moment.

Thank heavens we have two toilets because one of them is blocked. Blame the dog vomit {or just don’t ask}! So, in addition to my already long list, I also have to find an old fashioned toilet plunger to unblock the toilet; they’re not as easy to find as you’d think.

I need to prepare lunches and dinners for the week. I need to iron all of my clothes for my first week. I don’t iron. Seriously. I’m one of those people who avoids ironing at all costs, and have been known – frequently – to iron the bits that really need it with my hair straighteners while I’m doing my hair of a morning. But my new job means an extra half hour travelling each morning and evening. Which means less time with my Bubba during the week. So I need to be as organised as I possibly can be.

I arrived at the shop after dropping Bubba at day care, opened my handbag and found her little Piglet lovey staring up at me. Which I’d forgotten to hand to her when we got to day care. Cue floods of tears. In the hardware store.

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Yep, it’s that kind of day. Thankfully my fuzzy buddies will be happy with my company at home while I try to perform miracles by getting through at least half of my to do list in six hours.

If they needed more from me than that today, there may be a mother guilt avalanche in our home. A bumpy day on the road.

11 Comments Add yours

  1. 1tric says:

    You poor thing you have an awful lot on your plate! I minded kids for years and now they are all grown up we are still close. I loved holding and minding them when they were small, and they so loved to be in my arms too. BUT as soon as their mom appeared they loved to be with her. No one no matter how good ever takes your place but isn’t it nice to know someone loves them when you cant be around. Give yourself a break. And very best of luck with the new job!

  2. Of all days to forget to hand over Piglet! Hang in there. Bumps happen. So does bouncing back. Good luck being the new kid. xo

  3. dogdaz says:

    Oh what a lot on your plate. Hope baby is better. Hope tomorrow is better.

  4. Good luck with new job! Hope your delicious baby is getting better xxx’s

  5. Bec J says:

    Poor bubba i hope she’s feeling better soon.

    I was so pleased to read the part about ironing bits of your clothing with your hair straightner, i thought i was the only strange Mumma who did that, i’m pleased i’m not the only one. Life’s to short to spend time ironing is my excuse.

    1. I’m all about the shortcuts. It used to be part of my Secret Single Girl Business, now it’s just get us out the door on time motherhood business 🙂 x

  6. tylersat99 says:

    With all that going on I hope your first day at work went well. I know it’s hard to concentrate when your little one is not feeling well 😦

  7. Bassa's Blog says:

    Did you remember to get the toilet plunger? x

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