Almost every evening I find myself in the same predicament. I fall back on my couch, throwing my feet up on it, and I exhale. I let the pillowy goodness suck me in and I let my body relax for a split second.
And then the guilt sets in.
I should be folding laundry or starting another load. And I really should pick up those toys on the floor right now. Oh man, what the heck am I going to blog about tomorrow? Do I really have to work out? When will I ever catch up on my DVR? Not to mention my dream-doing…
The battle in my head continues for a while before I actually do anything. Usually TV time with the hubby wins. And that only lasts so long before it feels like my eyelids are holding up a ton of bricks and I swear I can hear our bed calling my name.
I trudge up the stairs, dreading my face-washing/tooth-brushing bedtime routine, and the guilt follows me. Laundry. Toys. Blog. Dreams. In the end, sleep always wins.
As mothers/wives/employees/housekeepers, how do we find time to do it all and still find time for ourselves?
I’d be one heck of a rich woman if I could figure that one out.