Darrin and Max left for the Cities yesterday, so I had the evening to myself. I was almost giddy on my way home, because I don't think I've had much time to myself since Max was born...I know, a common issue once you become a mom.
I was so happy to clean out the bathroom cabinets without some little hands digging into everything I was trying to organize. I also did a couple of loads of laundry and folded them without my little darling throwing my nicely folded items across the living room. I was actually making progress on things without another area of the house being torn apart. A major feat in my world.
When I finally started to get myself ready for some well earned sleep, I felt guilty about enjoying time to myself without my husband and son. I KNOW there's nothing to feel guilty about, but that doesn't stop me.
Oh, and how sick is it that I'm excited to get home and do some more organizing and cleaning tonight? Pretty sad, huh?
1 comment:
If it's bad for you to feel guilty, how bad is it for me to feel jealous?
Enjoy every moment!
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