Yesterday I sat in the garden, hook in hand and stitched. It was one of those one child moments that are rather uncommon in these parts. The babe slept and I hooked. I thought a lot too. I thought about how much I needed to have some quiet time, to rest. How my body was screaming at me to slow down for a bit. Intellectually I know that the best way to care for my family is through taking good care of myself (a lesson that was learnt the hard way I might add). That means having rests. I know this. And yet I still don’t necessarily feel it. Rather guilt dominates my emotions and spoils the pleasure of just sitting in the garden relishing a quiet moment hooking away. The mental list of all the chores and tasks that I could be doing creeps into my thoughts and frankly it is hard work to keep them at bay.
Do you experience “me time” guilt? What do you do to keep the guilt thoughts at bay?