What a glorious day it is today.
I got my work sewing done and headed outside about 11 for a coffee and as I sat there I thought I should be doing this and this then I realised what I should be doing is sitting there enjoying the glorious day and maybe catching up on some hand sewing. So I finished a dresden plate block that I have had sitting there for ages. This and three other handpieced blocks are destined to be the new cushions for our bed.
I really enjoy handpiecing but I have this mindset that unless I am sitting in my sewing room with the machine humming that I am somehow wasting time.
Attack of the guilts:
In fact I feel guilty quite a lot, I feel guilty if I have enjoyed a day in the garden, or if I have achieved nothing more than finishing the washing and folding and ironing for the day. Some days I am great about it but other days - because I enjoy being at home so so much I feel like I should be being more productive.
Today it is probably mostly hormonal I get this tight fluttry feeling in my chest and I think I am wasting time I should be........................
So my question is: does anyone else feel like this from time to time, like when you work really hard one day and catch up with everything then the next day you play in the sewing room or the garden - do you find yourself thinking that is enough of a treat now it is time to get back to work??
Or do you justify why you are at home instead of in paid employment or why you work part time instead of full time.
I know in my heart and my head that my 7 children wouldn't be the people they are without having had me here every afternoon when they get home from school.
I know I don't need to justify my decision to not take part in the plasma tv, new car every two years, overseas trip every year ratrace. I know that making my own soap, laundry liquid (thanks Rhonda) , cooking form scratch, expanding the vegetable garden, mending, making do and creating are all the right way for me to live it makes me really happy - but then there is that nagging guilt that perhaps I shouldn't be enjoying my life so much.
Anyway would love to hear what you think, how you justify whether you justify and whether you feel guilty sometimes too.
Our Other Boys:
Thought I would introduce you to the two ratbag boys in our lives - they haven't mean bone in their body and probably not too many brains either but they are fun and they are ours so meet
daisydog buddy and daisydog dufus (not his real name just the one he responds to!!)
daisymum
