Its cold and the rain comes and goes, so not good weather to be doing the gardening or even hanging out washing. What else is there to do other than read, write, comment and blog? Okay I could be folding the mountain of clothes which obscures the lounge room floor. I could probably also be cooking goodies for the coming week. But honestly I just can't be bothered.
So while no-one is home to witness my sheer laziness - I'm going to do zip, nada, nothing. Sssshhh don't tell anyone. Why is it we feel guilty when we take time out for ourselves? I do and then I run around like a crazy fool at the end of the day to make up for doing my 'own' thing.
I'm sure my hubby and boys don't feel guilty when they sit and watch car racing and drink a few beers (that's hubby not my boys by the way) or spend hours playing X-Box or chatting with mates. Why as mothers do we feel like we should be doing something substantial - or is it just me who feels this way?
I have several hours of uninterrupted 'me' time ahead of me which I plan to make the most of. I've actually nearly finished reading a second novel this weekend. Me the read-a-holic who hasn't sat down and read a book for weeks is on her second one for the weekend. Ahhh the guilt of it all.
Catyas all later, that's if if I haven't expired from the guilt of doing very little today.
Cheers, Fi
Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday
No it's not just you Fi, I feel guilty too when I find myself having time for myself. Funny isn't it that the guys can just waste time like that? Oh well, men are from Mars as they say.
ReplyDeleteOh dear - I was going to comment on yesterday's blog and plead guilty for teaching you all those bad things but got side tracked with picking mandarins and other "work" stuff,
ReplyDeleteNow today you follow up with more guilt trips!
Sorry love - didn't mean for you to pick up on all my vibes when you were growing up.
It is totally permissible to stop and smell the roses although I must admit, it's taken me until now to realise that and feel comfortable with it!
Pleased to hear GDIL is feeling better.
Oh mum, no guilt trips intended. As mothers I think all of this comes from within not from our upbringing.
ReplyDeleteAs a mother you inspire me with your "go get 'em attitiude", you always have been 100 miles an hour and its about time you stopped to smell the roses or mandarins as the case may be.
Love ya heaps and am proud that your brand of mothering rubbed off on me.
I am delighted to hear you are giving yourself the gift of 'me time'. We can't take care of others if we first don't take care of ourselves.
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Taking time for oneself is part of taking care of onself. Otherwise, you might not be able to do other stuff too. Seems that us women become parents to our husband first, then our children. Why did we do this to ourselves? When we because empty nesters, I decided that I was no longer going to work at being perfect to be loved. Realizing that (for example) my DH would not notice things had been dusted. And the fact that he will put his coffee cup on the countertop, directly above the dishwasher instead of putting in right into the dishwasher ... well, I am certain that you know what I mean. Choose to stop beating yourself up, you "deserve" every moment that you take, and delegate. Your future daughter-in-law will be grateful to you!
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domestic chores can wait, as far as i'm concerned. you do them, there will be more. you don't do them, there will be more. same conclusion, so, why bother???
ReplyDeletetea, to go with that book of yours, 'mame?!?
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Good for you, for taking some time for yourself! I used to feel guilty for doing that, but not anymore! Life is too short!
ReplyDeleteHey Fi, I'm like Kathy, I don't feel guilty either and totally agree that life is too short - do what you want & feel good about it! Enjoy x
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