I Should Feel Guilty...But I Don't

It is Saturday morning and I am sitting on my bed watching Bones, which I DVR’d and watching Eli sleep. I know that I should be taking this time to finish cleaning the kitchen from making cheese grits for my husband’s men’s fraternity meeting at church. However, I just am enjoying the peace and quiet, as he is the only child in the house right now and trying to steal some “me” time. I think that is the best thing for my family, because if we do not find that time for ourselves in our chaotic day, we can become easily frustrated. It is interesting, but as I become older I start to sound more like my mom, which is not a bad thing at all, but having a baby later in life I have realized that while there is still a lot that I do not know, there are things that I have learned from the previous ones.

So, while the old me would be feeling guilty for doing nothing productive, the older me, is realizing that this unproductive morning is far and few between and  that it is what is best for my psyche. And the baby wakes…feeding, diaper, laundry, kitchen, football game, yard work and the day begins.