Guilty Feelings
I’ve taken a vacation day for the first time in over a year. I stayed home with my sick Munchkin (just a head cold, thank the gods). I lazed around the house, made sure Munchkin did his studying and makeup work, caught up on my TiVo shows and futzed around here on the internet. And suddenly, at 5:30, I started thinking about what Hubby is doing at boot camp. I felt so guilty about sitting around watching TV and playing on the computer. While he’s being yelled at, running, cleaning toilets, doing push-ups, eating cafeteria food (he’s a chef), sleeping and showering with 80 or so men, taking 5 minute showers, getting little sleep. I feel guilty because I’m doing nothing in comparison.
ugh.
