Mum guilt is REAL
The smallest things can be worked up into something bigger inside your head
Instead of berating myself I choose to show compassion instead
This is what happened in my house this morning…
It’s something so tiny
It doesn’t matter at all
But the mum guilt is real
When you feel you’ve dropped the ball
‘It’s fitness fortnight mum, so il take a healthy snack’
But the fruit bowl says no
I feel under attack
We have no apples
The grapes are done too
The single remaining orange has gone old, it won’t do
We pick a banana
But it’s soft and bruised
Panic sets in
I feel sad and confused
It’s not a big deal
I tell myself
As I go to the sweet cupboard
to check the shelf
So rather than healthy
They got a twix snack instead
As I drop them at school
Mum guilt fills my head
In the past I would definitely spiral
Over something so obviously small
This morning I quietly reminded myself
‘It’s ok not to manage it all’
It’s only one day
It’s only a snack
Put the kettle on, have a cuppa
And pat yourself on the back
