(My daughter’s Snapchat selfie)
I had to leave my husband and daughter (let’s call her “Eleven”) this evening for a few days of travel. The travel does not qualify as leisure per se, although I will have fun, so I should not feel bad. My husband is completely supportive*** of my travel for work and other interests so I should not feel bad about that either. So why am I alone in a bed (I should be excited about this fact) and feeling bad about leaving the homefront?
[[***by way of explanation, he is supportive as long as I have provided an email schedule of Eleven’s events, laid out Eleven’s clothing for both activities and apres-activity, and provided a few meal ideas, along with some downtime activity suggestions.]]
Isn’t it enough to make sure we remembered to pack our underwear, without having to deal with the “Mommy Guilt”? Won’t our kids remember us as independent go-getters or will they be discussing in therapy in 30 years how their moms left them for a few days under the care of their father and their dad dressed them like a UC Berkeley professor? (This wardrobe event actually happened – I will have to find and post that pic another day)
- Anyway, it does get a teeny bit easier each time, but I feel like the Guilt will always be there. Any suggestions as to how you get over Mommy Guilt?