Guilty Guilty Guilty
Guilty Guilty Guilty
Mums moms and mummy's
Why is we feel guilty in everything we do.
I love the school holidays it's currently October half term for Leicestershire and I'm having a few quiets days at home with my daughter, she's been full of cold and a little under the weather so we've not gone far, we've watched films together and snuggled on the sofa under duvets and it's been bliss.
The cleaning can keep a little while. When I feel guilty about it I think of this poem
Song for a Fifth Child
Song for a Fifth Child
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
When I'm at work I feel guilty for not being at home, but I have to think to myself the reason why I work as hard as I do.
I love it.
If I don't we don't pay the bills
We get to do nice things on other days
I'd be bored if whilst my daughter was at school
So why do we all feel as we do? I think it's because love our children to the moon and back so I'm so worried that I'm going to get it wrong.
How do you all cope with it. Please comment and let me know your thoughts
Thanks for reading.
Jac.
We go through life as normal women then as you give birth they give you a baby and a bag of guilt to take home! Dammed if you do, Dammed if you don't. I think the best we can achieve is balance... If mums happy kids are happy too. For me I love love my job most the time and without it we would be rather skint, so I try and be the best mum I can when I'm not working. All you can do is your best.... And looks like you are x
ReplyDeleteThanks Neets. That's how I feel too. I truly love the salon and can't ever imagine a love without hairdressing, and because that makes me feel good, I'm a better person at home. X
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