If I take advantage of a school day to run errands...I feel guilty that I didn't spend that time with Samuel. If I take the big boys out on a fun outing...I feel guilty that Peter is getting a bottle. If I strap the boys into the stroller to get some exercise...I feel guilty that I'm not playing with them instead. If I don't get around to making dinner...I feel guilty that they are eating healthy enough. If Peter is fighting a nap....I feel guilty that he's been in the swing too long. I could go on and on and on. It's RIDICULOUS! We went to the boys & girls club dinner recently and heard some amazing stories of what kids can overcome. One child had a dad in prison and a prostitute mom. OK...so I'm not doing so bad after all.
Today's guilt of choice was taking the big boys to the zoo. We had a wonderful morning. My only complaint is the ridiculous amount of liquids my children seem to require. Before we left the house (at 9:00 am) they had each consumed 2 sippy cups. Then downed another on the way to the zoo, had a juice box with their picnic, and Milam was begging for more on the way home. I lost count after that but it's a LOT. I am constantly filling those things up, and they freak out when they are empty....like they severely dehydrated.