Thursday, May 20, 2010


It's really bizzarre that you must feel guilty for taking some "me time" just for yourself. Even if it's for something as simple as a just-a-little-longer hair wash.
I mean, this elaborate ritual of oiling the tresses and cleanisng scalp and skin is shrunk into this one quickie of lather-some-shampoo-and-run. Uffpah, the things you end up doing. And then, to top it all, you feel guilty for it.
"What a waste of time! You know, you could have used that time to fold up that pile of clothes lying around for a week," says the little voice.
"Or you could have unpacked what's been in the boxes (from shifting home) for almost a year! What a waste of precious time when dear S is out of the way."
Can't believe that's me.
The same me who refused to wake up before 10 if it was a late start to the working day.
The same me who would fold and put away clothes on a lazy Sunday evening (reluctantly) watching a movie on the DVD.

Talking of which, I MISS MY MOVIES whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
And i feel guilty watching one, while feeding S or watching it while he's playing by himself. "Oh my God! I'm a terrible TERRIBLE mum. I'm back from work and watching movie instead of spending quality time with S! That desrves the gouging-out-of-eyes punishment."

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