So, there's a lot to feel guilty about in this life. Guilty for every naughty, sweet-tasting thing you put in your mouth. Guilty for every minute you spend on the computer or watching TV instead of doing laundry or the dishes. Guilty for the moment you realize your husband came home after a long day and it never even OCCURRED to you to make dinner. And then there's mom-guilt. My sister Cindy once said that Guilt is the Wal-Mart Greeter of Motherhood--it's there to meet you the moment you enter. And it's very true. I feel guilty for every moment I don't cherish, or get distracted, or spend away from her, or foist her on to Trevor so I can get something done.
Oh! And we haven't even gotten to CHURCH guilt. There's always that. I mean, there's real guilty for real sins--which is necessary and an important step. But it always seems like you are missing something. I feel guitly when I don't read my scriptures (though, strangely, not guilty enough to actually pick them up and read them regularly...hense, more guilt) I feel guilty if I'm not praying often, or I skip an hour of church, or I remember that not only did I not do my visiting teaching this month but--oh yeah. I NEVER do. And there's food storage guilt. Not a very strong guilt, but it does tend to nag.
So I ask myself--with all this guilt around my neck, do I really need to feel guilty about one more thing? Namely, "I haven't updated my blog in forever!!" I say unto you, nay.
That is all.
Fall Camping
3 months ago
3 comments:
Okay- THAT was a seriously hilarious post. I may have to finally publish my own guilt post (wrote it months ago but didn't publish- feeling guilty) and then link to yours as proof that the thing I told you at the hospital when Afton was born is so true!
Guilt sure gets old. I'd like to kick it in the teeth sometimes. I did have to laugh when I read the first part of the post since I'm procrastinating housework RIGHT NOW. I need to get this place clean today so I can enjoy my little Afton-ater tomorrow! Woot Woo!
Ahh..what a nasty work "Guilt". Love the post. Mom guilt is the worst one for me. Guilt for enjoying my child free weekends so that I can maybe go on a date should that rare occasion take place. Guilt that my son does the dishes more than I. Like Cindy, I should write my own guilt post. Oh and guilty that he is waiting at his friends house for me to pick him up while I type this comment. Oops!
Oh Meg, I LOVED that post! So great. . . and so true. But you need to become a master at denial like I am--sure, it makes you kind of numb to basic emotions, but its so much easier that way! Guilt? What guilt? Visiting teaching? What's that? See, denial, its a magic drug.
P.S. Although you need to feel guilt for not blogging--I miss your updates! :)
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