And those were the words yelled at me by my five year old son. And he was right. I'm not gonna lie to you. This parenting gig is really, really hard. SUPER hard. And, I'm an older (not necessarily wiser) mom who is just plain tired. Sometimes I lose my cool and don't handle things the way I probably should.
Another chunk of guilt is brought on by the fact that I'm a working mom. And I like to work. It's a big part of who I am and have always been.
My family does need my income. But I also need to work. It makes me a better person. A happier person. A more fulfilled person. Frankly, the times in my parenting life when I was not working, I was a crabby, bored, lazy person. I get more done when I am employed than when I was not. You know the old adage "the more you do, the more you can do".
I do my best to make my time with Logan count. I also do my best to recharge my emotional batteries by spending time with my sisters and girlfriends. And by myself.