#BlogGirls :: My Guilty Pleasure

So, I'm hooking up with #BlogGirls for my first ever linky!  The topic this week - Guilty Pleasures - grabbed me, as guilt is something I am struggling with right now. 

Tonight's guilt is the fact that I blew off my Kettlercise class due to exhaustion.  It is about to be followed by the guilt surrounding eating some chocolate that I just don't have the motivation to turn down.  Earlier I felt guilty that the ironing pile is growing yet again.  Tomorrow morning I will feel guilty leaving Mini Milk at nursery, and then feel guilty for having to leave a meeting early to pick him up again.  Over the weekend I will feel guilty when I finish Half Pint's back to school shopping, which I was supposed to have finished before he went back today.

The guilt of the working mother is eating me alive.

The topic of guilty pleasures made me stop and think about the pressure I am under.  A pressure I am putting myself under.  Because the only person who expects me to be supermum, employee of the year and domestic goddess all whilst keeping my weight loss efforts on track and finding the time to actually breathe...is me.  And this is doing no one any favours.

So tonight I am going to revel in pleasure, with no guilt.  I deserve to be lazing here on the sofa, in my jammies, with my back to the laundry pile and chocolate within reach.  I have been up since 4.30am, fed and clothed my children, worked all day as a cog in the healthcare wheel, came home to homework duties and piano practice supervision, dinner time and play time, cuddles and giggles, bathtime and bedtime.  And now this is my time...and if tonight I chose to spend that precious hour or so acting like a sloth with a sweet tooth rather than lugging a Kettlebell around or wielding the iron, then I also chose not to feel guilty.  It's my pleasure.

Now pass me the Dairy Milk, dammit.