This is one of those random musings posts that I started writing my blog for. Letting the thoughts out of my head.
We’re all used to mummy guilt, or parenting guilt. We feel like we aren’t doing enough, or we aren’t doing it well enough, we’re missing things or our kids are missing out or we aren’t setting the example we want to.
Well, with COVID we can feel some of that lifted. No one’s parents are organising big parties or play dates or taking their kids on fabulous experience-ridden holidays. And maybe we a bit more time, from all the not going places, we’re spending a bit more time together and cooking more homemade dinners.
But I’ve just experienced a different guilt instead.
It’s my friend’s birthday on Monday – if you’ve read my blog for a while, this is the friend who’s totally honest and good for the soul. She’s suggested a slap up meal in the pub for 6 of us on Saturday. But I just can’t bring myself to do it.
I’ve said no to himself going out for a posh dinner for our wedding anniversary, so I’d be rather a hypocrite to say yes to the pub. But anyway it just doesn’t sit well with me. Numbers are rising nationally and locally and if we all go out on a whim, it’ll just get worse. Its not a specific risk I’m worried about but a general one.
But now I feel guilty that I’m not being a good friend and I’m not showing my love for this wonderful person.
I know it’s a rock and hard place thing.
That doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad though. I think I’ll organise her a little bottle of gin and prosecco instead.