Right now, I am a lady of luxury. I’ve been on holidays for a couple of weeks and I still have a few days left to go. I spend some of my time unpacking (still), enjoying having a TV (such a novelty after 4 years without), pfaffing on the internet, reading books, pottering around the place…
Why do I feel guilty for not doing more?
I feel guilty for not doing more housework. For not baking or cooking more. For not having the house in showroom condition. For not blogging enough. For not doing enough to get the cats settled*
I feel guilty! And it’s so dumb.
It’s a female brain thing, isn’t it? UGH!
Why can’t I just pfaff in front of the TV all day, guilt-free? Eating salt and vinegar chippies and drinking Coke Zero?
I think I’ll just try to defy it anyway, watch The Circle and Judge Judy and trashy movies and snack on junk :)
Do you feel guilty when you’re not doing anything?
* Both cats are waking up at 4am. Every. Day. Since we moved in. We get that they’re unsettled in their new confines, but they’re generally fine, except at 4am when they wake up and howl at the ceiling and fight up and down the hallway. Good gawd, will we ever get a decent night’s sleep ever again?