I am really not good around the holidays. Really, from around Halloween on I’m just a tight-knit bundle of nerves.
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Image via WikipediaI wrote an article recently brimming with irony. It’s called 3 Resolutions For Parents. Granted what I wrote is true, and all that good stuff, but I do have a guilty conscience and a confession. I was (still am at times, still trying to quit) a martyr mom sometimes.
I’ve gotten a heck of a lot better but at first I was convinced I was “letting my kiddo down” if I needed a break. I was a mean and horrid person and all that. (No greater force on this planet that ‘mom guilt’). I’ve thankfully gotten over that.
Hell, I wouldn’t even leave the house without her for even the smallest and quickest errand. To be honest, I was loosing it (it didn’t help I also had ppd and a then rocky marriage. One caused the other, lets just say this okay?).
Now, I ‘get’ that momma needs a break here and there. I need ‘grown up’ conversation. It keeps me sane. It doesn’t mean I love kiddo any less, or anything like that.
Hey, I feel better now. Perhaps I should point out the inherent irony in other articles of mine?