I’m not a huge fan of “mommy guilt” – I think Brene Brown nailed it when she identified those feelings as shame instead. But I am indeed having a case of true mom guilt at the moment.
I realized this weekend that Mini’s baby book ends at his fifth birthday – which is 18 days away. And I’ve had it on my to-do list for at LEAST two years.*
So I’m actually sitting down and gluing stuff in instead of leaving it all shoved into the box and in a pile on my desk. And of course I’m now realizing that I can’t remember everything that needs to be filled out and where his fourth birthday party invites are and that I haven’t printed out pictures since, oh, 2012.
Procrastination fail, Exhibit A, right here.
*(And to make it worse, Finale’s book is already up to date! Maybe we all think our youngest sibling was the favorite, when really it took that long for our moms to figure out what they were doing too.)