Bob came home early in the day with an upset stomach. He caught me lying down, so I jumped up as soon as I heard the door to the house open. He didn’t bother me or interfere with my day, but I felt watched. I didn’t have anything planned and didn’t have any laundry to do, but I felt compelled to look busy. I needed to run get Bob’s suit from the cleaners and go get medicine, and I tried to get them done unobtrusively. I worked on a blog post, I revised on an essay I had worked on, and I checked my email and social media a lot. I felt ashamed that I wasn’t doing more in the house, that I wasn’t’ doing Stay-at-Home-Mom things.
I feel this way a lot, but when I’m alone, it doesn’t bother me as much as when someone is around. The only mess in the house that is my responsibility is the laundry room, ut I did other things rather than try to work on it. Should I be ashamed? Or not?
I don’t’ think so because I will get around to it when I get ready. I wonder if Bob feels the same way.
Anyway. That was my paranoid thought for the day. Hope everyone has a good time reading and has a good weekend otherwise.