Sometimes when I write these Daily Journal entries, attempting to document the best parts of my day, I feel the mom guilt creep in. The one that says all of my favorite parts of my day should include my kids. But you know what, sometimes they don’t. It just depends. Mom guilt is weird.
My reality is that sometimes moments like this are pretty awesome. And help me get through the less awesome parts of the day because I know I have this to look forward to: In bed, docudrama on the TV (is that what they call them?), yummy tea, and two pumpkin brownies waiting for me. This really is a lovely end to Monday. Cheers.