Can you relate?
I'm with the kids all day, every day. I love being home and raising them, but sometimes I just need a break.
Often times I find myself feeling guilty when I need to dump the kids on Shane the minute he walks in the door from work. There are days that I am literally waiting for him at the door, baby in hand, ready to make the pass.
Some days, I don't even get to pee without a small child attached to me or in my presence.
Don't get me wrong. I love these days. I love seeing my children grow and learn, but sometimes a woman just wants to pee in silence.
Today, I'm exhausted. I just need a nap. I'm still up every 2-3 hours at night to nurse Luke. I try not to wake Shane because I know he has to work the next day, and I don't want him to be exhausted, but being up so often is taking it's toll on me.
So, while I count down the hours, minutes, and seconds (1 hour, 14 minutes and 45 seconds.....ahem....) until Shane gets home from work, the tiniest twinge of guilt starts to creep in.
Shane works all day. It's not fair that he has to come home and take care of the kids that I dump on him so that I can finally pee, shower, or eat lunch. He needs time to unwind too.
That, my friends, is Guilty Mom Syndrome at it's finest.
I'm burned out for the day. I need to rest. I need some time to care for myself- whether it be a nap or a shower (yes...it is 3:50pm and I still have not showered for the day.), or to eat my lunch that has been sitting on the table for 2 hours. I need to dump the kids on Shane! Guilt free.
I appreciate everything that Shane does for us to provide for our family. I'm thankful for the job that he has that allows me to stay home with the kids. I'm thankful for the great company that he works for (seriously, one of the best companies that he has worked for!!!). But I don't feel guilty for dumping the kids on him. He gets to interact with adults all day. I can almost guarantee that during his day, the words, "Please make sure you aim into the toilet," or "No you may not write on the walls," or "Please use a tissue instead of my sleeve," don't once come out of his mouth.
He can pee in silence and with privacy, doesn't have a small baby attached at his breast, and gets to shower when he first wakes up. I don't feel the slightest amount of guilt.
So, hurry home dear! Mama's waitin'!